#it’ll be so nice for it to not just be me and the dogs anymore

[kirnet]

Big group of friends came over to help me deep clean the house :) Paris brought me a gluten free maple donut. I haven’t had a maple donut in like 6 years… so so grateful that I have a community and a family who drop everything to help me when I need

[wayfayrr]

"Wait no you're not supposed to get hurt."

First of the 400 follower raffle winners!!! took a little longer to write than planned but it's here! This is for @the-moon-files and it's masc!human!reader with the chain, it doesn't touch on all of the hcs I have for humans/hylians but it's made very clear that there is a difference :3c

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“Um, [name]? Are you sure you don’t need a potion, that gash you got on your leg seems like it’ll get infected if you don’t use a potion or anything other than bandages.”

“Thanks for the concern sky but-”

“Yes, I know most potions don’t work for us. It’s why luv and bertie spent so long perfecting recipes that have any positive effect.”

Us? US? After months of traveling with the chain, having to explain new differences between me and them sky decides to drop a bomb like this???? Is he messing with me or something? My face must have said exactly what I’m thinking considering he pulled back with a nervous giggle. 

“I forgot to mention it, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, yeah you did. It would have been very nice to know I’m not the only human here earlier.”

“Sorry, I was so happy not being the only one anymore that I forgot… to actually tell you. But really can’t this whole thing wait until we’ve dealt with your injury?”

That’s fair, I’m still a tad bitter over it but I can understand. He’s got a look of guilt and concern on his own face now, his hands twitching and half reaching for the gash on my leg before pulling back reluctantly. Begging for my permission to help with puppy dog eyes glancing back and forth simply begging for approval. Hopefully he hasn't noticed that it's a bit worse than just a gash.

“If you’re sure that it won’t just be a waste of supplies then go ahead I guess.”

“I’m certain it’ll help you, not as much as it would the traveller or the champion but it’ll help.”

The potion feels strange in the wound as he goes about applying it, it’s almost similar to antiseptic but with less of a sting. Not anything like what I thought with how the other links down them like it’s honey or something, maybe they just taste a lot better than they feel. Maybe they’re just different for humans. No way to really tell. Before long he’s finished with that though, moving on to simply bandaging it.��

“Skyyyyyyyy you’ve been over here hogging his attention for ages when are y- oh I…”

It seems wind didn’t notice the reason sky’s been ‘hogging’ me then, does that mean that sky was just watching me in the battle. Probably just cause he’s enamored by not being the only human now, nothing to look into beyond that. I’m overthinking it. 

“[name]? When did - Twi said humans are invincible, how did you - how did they - You’re alright right?”

“I’m alright kiddo, sky’s just been helping me with some of his own potions.”

“Wait twi’s been saying what?”

Seems Sky’s just as shocked as I am, he wouldn’t have said anything otherwise, so this isn’t commonly known. Or true but that’s another thing. Was it his attempt at getting wind to not be so wound up that most potions and magic is about as effective on me as carrying water in a sieve. But that just means that if something were to happen, like maybe y’know - right now, he’s going to get more messed up than otherwise. Twilight wouldn’t do that, he’s a bit dense sometimes but he loves the sailor like a brother. Does that mean this is just something he believes himself? He grew up in ordon it’s not impossible.

“Wind please when did Twilight say that?”

“He said it when we found out [name] is a human, why are you so bothered by what twi is saying about him?” 

“I think sky is just worried about any rumours going around, no need to snap at him for it.”

“Yeah, just worried about rumours, yeah.”

“Well if anyone should be worried about those ‘rumours’ it should be ME - what if… what if you got hurt worse… we wouldn’t be able to - we wouldn’t know… even if we were to use a potion it'd just blend in with your blood and we could miss places...”

The exact reason why twilight shouldn’t have told wind this is happening right now, and I don’t know how to comfort him. He’s crying and stressed over me getting hurt despite sky-treating it, despite me being fine. It’s not like it’s just wind upset either, I don’t think I’ve seen sky so stressed in all the time I’ve known him. It’s almost like he’s been caught in a lie, wait now that I think about it his ears look hylian, has he not told the chain either? Too many questions and not enough time or words to get all the answers. And he knows I want them.

“I- I’m going to tell wild that he’ll need to make some more potions. I’ll send twi over as well if he’s not busy with anything else. Your leg should be fine now, just don’t move too quick or take the bandages off unless it’s to replace them with clean ones.”

And now sky’s gone, leaving me with an overwhelmed wind. Who looks honestly more confused over Sky leaving the way he did than upset over me being hurt, which is somewhat of an improvement I guess? It’s better than having him stressed out over a little gash. 

“Was it just me or was sky-”

“Really nervous? I’m sure he’s got a reason to be kiddo, who knows maybe he’s just anxious over me getting infected.”

“INFECTED!?”

Oh, I should not have said that, it’s like wind didn’t even consider that that could possibly happen. And now I’ve sparked his worry all over again. 

“hey I didn't mean to -”

“If you can get infected we've gotta be extra careful and and - [name] we've gotta tell time before he pushes you way too hard and something else happens.”

“Nothing else is gonna happen, I'm fine I promise you that.”

How long is he going to be pouting over me getting injured, it’s not a big deal, I’m not going to die or anything. 

"What're you two doin' that's causin' Sky to act up like some cuccos durin’ a lightnin' storm?"

“IT’S CAUSE [NAME] GOT INJURED, HIS LEG GOT CUT.”

His ears drooped faster than wolfies tail would start to wag if you offered him some pets. Which proves the fact that twilight wasn’t telling wind a lie to make him concerned for no reason, he genuinely thought that humans couldn’t be hurt. I - don’t really know what to think now, I mean it is good that it wasn’t him lying intentionally but how long has he lived with humans, how long has he had to learn that this isn’t true??? He’s what 24? Has Rusl or no one else gotten hurt in any of those twenty-four years? 

“Ya - ya got hurt ‘nd didn’t tell?”

“Well sky was helping me and then-”

“Neither of ya thought ta tell? Y’ain’t think I shoulda known?”

Is - is he going to start crying? I knew twi was pretty soft-hearted but to start crying over me not thinking to tell him about just a small little cut into my leg? Why’s he so personally offended that he wasn’t told any sooner, does he really care so much about someone he’s only met recently? 

“I mean, I thought that’s what sky was going over to you for?”

“I well yeah, yer right, that’s part of why he did.”

“Hey are we missing the point!? [Name] got HURT when you said humans were near invincible!”

“That really isn’t the important thing right now wind, I think twi only said that so you wouldn’t worry about me. Right?”

Go along with it, see on my face that I’m trying to get you to go along with this so that wind doesn’t get more stressed and just go along with it. Please. If he doesn’t then I will never be able to move on from this, and I don’t think that anyone would appreciate being lectured for something that you genuinely have no control over. 

“Right?”

“Ah righ’, wind you know I were only sayin’ that so you wouldn’t worry, yeah?”

“Oh sure you say that now, but before it was all ‘Humans were blessed to be invincible by the spirit ordona because of the goddess hylia’s hatred of them.”

“Aigh’, and I was tellin ya that so you won’t worry.” 

Well wind clearly doesn’t believe him, he doesn’t sound certain of himself either to be honest. But the sailor seems to be done stressing over it now, ran himself out of energy it seems. Nuzzling into my side with a pout. 

“Come on kiddo, it’s not worth a grudge with one of your big bros.”

No response, But a very disappointed twi now. Offended from me not apparently telling him fast enough or whatever, which just feels like a weird reason more than anything. Besides even that it’s not like he’s known me long, he really shouldn’t be as bothered as he is. 

“Wind please, I don’t think it’ll do me any good staying on the floor like this either.”

“...f’ne.”

Hinting at something worse happening did just the trick as I hoped and got him up onto his feet, while giving me the silent treatment as twi helps me to my feet. Just gotta hope that the break won’t get any worse now that I'm standing. Or noticed. I’m already lucky enough that sky didn’t pick up on it, because I know that the second anyone learns it’s going to pull us all to a halt. Hell for all I know he’s hiding that he saw it to go tattle on me to time, never would have known that he could lie so well so I can only hope he won't use it like this. But what do I know, he could do anything just to get some extra sleep in.

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33. for better or for worse (1.8k wrdc)

Apparently Paranoia wasn’t just a Baekhyun song.

You sat in between Karina and Ningning in a circle that was made up of not only your friend group, but Jaemin’s too, who all happened to be scattered in between a few unfamiliar faces who had just made their way into today’s beach bonfire.

Chenle, who sat right next to Ningning pointed out Giselle who sat across from you all next to a guy, you think you remember introducing himself as Sunwoo, giggling within themselves. You turn your attention from the chaotic duo only to face Karina and Minjeong who happen to be in their own world.

Who knew you could experience FOMO even while sitting within a gigantic group of people.

Before anymore unpleasant thoughts could reach your mind, you took a sip of your drink, only to quickly put it down once you noticed a certain lean figure making his way over to the circle.

Jaemin took a seat beside Hyuck, the two of them also in the middle of a conversation and though you were most curious about what the pair were talking about, the only thing you could really think about now was how nice Jaemin looked tonight.

He wore a smile and there went the weird feeling in your chest again. You tried to shake off the unfamiliar feeling, but even with another sip of your drink, it wouldn’t budge.

Even louder than the way your heart was beating, were the thoughts you had of the brunette.

Na Jaemin was a very attractive man. That wasn’t subjective, it was a fact. You had known that the first day you met him, even with how much he resembled a lost dog. So why was it that right now that was the only thing you could think about?

Anytime he smiled at one of Donghyuck’s dumb jokes, your stomach felt funny, and in the back of your mind you wished he was sat next to you smiling that way at you. Though that thought would stay forever in the back of your mind because there was no way you could ever be jealous of Donghyuck.

Your cheeks felt hot, but luckily you had alcohol you could use as a lazy excuse rather than confronting whatever feelings you had harbored of the man. In that moment he laughed and you were willing to bet all one hundred and twenty seven dollars you had left in your account’s balance that he shined brighter than the stupid bonfire you all grouped around.

His attention was taken by the sound of someone from the group quickly explaining the rules of Paranoia. You should’ve paid more attention to the rules but since you happened to be friends with this era’s four horsemen of the apocalypse, you were already very familiar with how the game was played.

Ask a question, get an answer, drink if you want to know the answer. Usually you supported the chaos this game brought, but right in this moment the only thing you could think about was what happened to be on Jaemin’s mind.

Speak of the devil, he must’ve took notice of your eyes on him cause he met yours in an instant. You looked down picking up your beer and taking a long sip, pretending you never looked at Jaemin in the first place.

It was no use. Only an idiot would’ve believed you and from what you knew, Jaemin was far from that.

“Y/N,” You shivered placing the now empty can of beer down. Ningning laughed at the jumpy state you were in, leaning back into your side. “Who do you think will have the most fun tonight?” She whispers in your ear.

Oh. The game had already began. You quickly scanned the audience before nodding your head in the direction of Hyuck, who rested his head on Jaemin’s shoulder and gripped Jeno’s bicep with his hands.

“What?” His eyes went wide as did his hand on Jeno that now pointed at himself. “Me?”

There were laughs around the group and people began picking up their shot glasses to hear what the question was. Most notably, Winter, who walked over to Ningning right after slamming down a shot just to point and laugh at Hyuck. He fell for her bait, and took a shot soon after.

“Oh it’ll definitely be me,” He winked over at Renjun who rolled his eyes having already known the question.

Paranoia wasn’t exactly a game with a clear winner, but in your mind whoever had the least shots was a clear winner. You had your eyes on a prize you weren’t sure anyone else had, but that didn’t matter.

A few turns went through the group, none really peaking your interest before you heard a call of your name from none other than the man who’d had your attention all night.

This earned an “ouuuuuu” from Hyuck who was very easily shushed by Jeno’s hand.

Maybe you were wrong in thinking nobody else viewed this as a game with a winner. The way Jaemin’s eyes rested on you sent your heart off drastically. His eyes pinned you in place with equal parts playfulness and mischief. It was as if he was playing a game with you, wanting you to take a drink to know what the question he had been asked was.

Looking down at his shot glass you noticed it hadn’t moved once throughout the game. A smile hit your face as did a sudden burst of energy from what felt now like a competition between the both of you. It was fun knowing that he was in for the same challenge as you, but you were far from being a little bitch. You didn’t need to know what Jaemin had to say, not when you knew you could just fish it out of him later.

It seemed as if nobody else cared much for the little game the both of you played, since they all drowned shot after shot to feed their curiosity.

The game continued until it finally reached an end. Literally, there was no more soju.

“When’s the rest of the drinks getting here?” Chenle whined having now finished his drink. He wasn’t the lightest drinker, but he happened to be a very nosey person. This state he was in was the consequences of that.

Jisung went over to his side, sitting him up from where he was lying down all over the sand. You weren’t sure when the two became close, but Chenle was very friendly so you assumed it was his doing.

“Y/n,” At this point the name from his lips was all too familiar. You looked up at a smiling jaemin who had his arm stretched out towards you. Even in the low lighting reflecting from the bonfire you could see the defined shape of his arms, as well as the veins in his forearms.

“Wanna go for a walk?” You grabbed onto him allowing for him to help you up.

“Sure.” You said, which was a pretty dry response for someone who had lots on your mind with just a second’s worth view of his arm.

God are you an animal or something what the fuck is wrong with you.

“So, how was the game?” He broke the silence as you both stood closer to the ocean, away from all the others.

“Are you referring to our game or the little game we just played with everyone else.”

He let out a small laugh, knowing exactly what you were referring to. “I’m not sure i’d refer to a forty person game as little.”

“I guess, but it seemed like we were the only real ones playing.” You looked at him again, this time your gaze was full of mischief.

“So I wasn’t wrong then, guess we were playing after all. Though it’s sad we had to cut it short before we could have a true winner.” He said referring to the fact that none of you took a shot before the game was over.

You sat on the sand, small waves soaking your feet and pulling them into the ground. There was a nice quietness as the sounds of the waves became louder than the group of people who were further down the beach.

You felt Jaemin’s presence as he sat closer to you on the sand as well. “The game’s over so you can just tell me.” You said, while examining the sand for sea glass. Your vision was pretty limited since the only thing out was the full moon, but you’d read somewhere that sea glass is usually found around the night time so you looked anyway.

“Tell you what?”

You let out a chuckle at Jaemin’s sad attempt at playing stupid. “Do I have to spell it out for you?”

“Maybe.” You could hear the smile in his voice and feel his eyes on you. You gather up all of your strength to look him directly in the eye, that seemingly twinkled from the water’s reflection.

God is this guy Apollo or something, how is it that every part of him shines so brightly.

“What was the question, Jaemin?”

He looked pleased at your commitment in this new game, coming in closer to you. Your breath hitched at the small space between the two of you. You couldn’t say anything, but that wasn’t necessary since your attention was pulled away from his face when you realized he was reaching behind you to grab onto something.

He pulled his arm back in between the two of you. There was a conch in his hand. “They say you can hear the ocean from these.”

“Why would we need this if there is an ocean right in front of us that we’re listening to right now?”

He looks down at the conch, his fingers outlining the shell. You try not to take note of the way your mouth goes dry at the view of his hands.

Jesus Y/N what the fuck is wrong with you.

“Just in case,” He looks back at you. “You can look at this and be reminded of the fun you had.”

“Or I can just look at you, i’m sure i’ll remember everything about this trip whenever I look at you.”

This time you notice his breath hitch. He looks like he’s about to say something and you’re pretty sure you know what. Your heart sinks, before any of you can speak though you can hear the sound of your friends shouting in excitement.

“We should go back.” You say quickly, taking the conch from jaemin’s hands before standing up and heading over to your friends who were still shouting.

You notice a car that wasn’t there before, putting two and two together, there’s more beer that must be why your friends were shouting. Jaemin is following close behind you and before you’re within earshot of your friends he breaks his silence.

“Y/N I have something to tell you.”

You turn over to him. Feeling the weight of your friends looks in your direction. You couldn’t help but feel a sudden sense of doom, which sounded pretty dramatic but was a very accurate description of what happened within the next few seconds.

“Y/N?” This time the voice wasn’t the same light and teasing one you had been hearing the entire night, it was that of a distant memory.

You looked over your shoulder, into the eyes of the person you once knew like the back of your hand. His eyebrows were furrowed, as if he’d seen a ghost which was ironic, really. Still before you could process anything you felt an overwhelming sensation.

The feeling of longing and heartache crashed through your entire body just as the waves crashed into the land. Your world felt as if it was crashing down on you, the only thing you could see was the man standing right in front of you. A man you once knew all too well.

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Author’s note ➼ I’m debating to get snake bites (piercing) yall think jisung wants emo bitches 🤔 (me) anyway i wanna say ty so the ppl who enjoy my writing i love doing it and i hope it’ll get better overtime also <3

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[shawnxstyles]

free session

DATE: AUGUST 8, 2023

summary: tom hurts himself a little at the gym, but luckily, you’re there to reassure him that everything’s fine. when he finally comes back, you decide to show him what a free session is all about.

request: yup!!

words: 7k

warnings: SMUT (slight praise kink, protected sex, dirty talking), language. this was a quick one

note: okay so i don’t do threesomes lmao, but i didn’t state that until after i got this request (this request is 8 months old i’m sorry). i chose to do tom, but i changed a lot, so i’m sorry if this isn’t even what you asked for at all… i hope someone likes it | NOT EDITED

gym!tom x trainer!reader

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Tom had a steady routine; he went to the gym in the morning, ate, did his day plans or work, ate again, and then went to the gym at night again. Some people thought he was insane for going to the gym so much, but it felt like his second home. Mainly because the gym was his brother’s, Harry.

Harry and Tom were unbelievably close; out of all their siblings, they were definitely the tightest. Tom assisted Harry with renting, paperwork, and anything he needed for his little business, which wasn’t so little anymore. Once he got popular in town, Tom let his brother handle himself after all his constant nagging. Then Tom was off doing his own thing, worrying about his own life and job. It got consistent, tedious, and boring to say the least.

But on a random summer day when Harry called Tom to deliver the bad news, Tom regrets ever thinking that his simple routine was boring.

“Tom, I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to find a new gym.”

“What? Harry, what are you talking about?” Tom drops his gym bag on the floor of his apartment, stopping short with Harry’s words. He presses the phone up to his ear, teeth nibbling on his bottom lip.

“I didn’t tell you before, but all my “loyal” customers have fled to the new fitness center down the street. You know, the one by the café?”

“Yeah…”

“It’s only temporary. I need to refurbish and find some more sponsors, and then hopefully, I can reopen.”

Tom sighs slowly into the empty air of his home, looking up at the ceiling in distress.

“I was trying to figure out how to tell you—”

“It’s alright, Harry. I’m glad you told me now. I’ll just… find a new gym.”

“If you go to my competitor, I won’t blame you.”

Tom replies with a hefty laugh.

“It’ll only be temporary.”

So, that’s what Tom has been doing—going to his brother's competitor. However, it was only supposed to be for a few weeks. But it ended up being a few months. Tom’s adjusted to the new gym quite nicely. He likes the wide variety of machinery and how many options he has. When he first came in, he was using machines he’d never even seen before.

Even though his gym was switched up on him, Tom is a routine kind of guy. It only took him a week to adapt to his new environment and get comfortable with everything. He developed a new schedule for his morning workouts since he can no longer go to the gym in the evening. He wasn’t necessarily a morning person, but for the gym-induced high, he would do it.

He had a specific day for arms, legs, chest, back, shoulders—everything. Over the years, he’s done his research on the body, and even took anatomy in high school.

Did that even help him?

To say he’s gym-obsessed isn’t too much of an overstatement, even if Tom disagrees. He would say he’s obsessed with his dog, but not the gym. He refuses to put himself in the category of “gym-bros” and dumbasses that live off protein shakes. Yeah, he likes those shakes too, but he wouldn’t die if he had more than one cheat day in a week. Tom likes to live his life outside of the gym, unlike those people.

Tom worked an average job with a good salary, and relatively lived an average life with good people. He didn’t go out much because he didn’t have many people to hang out with besides his brothers. Harrison has been his best mate since high school, but with both of their work schedules colliding, it’s hard to find the time. Plus, he’s been way too busy planning his wedding.

Yeah, a wedding.

Tom’s not surprised by the fact that Harrison’s getting married. In fact, he’s not surprised at all. Of course he’s happy for his best friend. He’s just… envious in a subtle way. Both Tom and him are 28 years old, and while Harrison met the love of his life and is starting a future with her, Tom is yet to even date a girl for longer than a few weeks.

He’s been on dates here and there, even had a few one-night stands in the past year, but after some time, he just gave up completely. Sometimes, a girl will smile at him or look him up and down, but he doesn’t even try to pursue them like he used to. For the few times that he is out with his friends or brothers and a girl is all over him, he’ll take the opportunity and bring her home.

But it never goes farther than that. And Tom is afraid he’ll never have more than that.

Shaking off the terrible thoughts to start his morning, Tom walks through the glass doors of the gym. He passes the front desk and towards the clean machines that are practically calling his name. The barely rising sun can be seen through the huge window panes along the entire building, making the scene look peaceful.

There were a couple of bodies in the area, but besides the delicate music seeping through the speakers, it was quiet. To Tom, this was tranquil.

After a few simple stretches, Tom snatches the jump ropes. He jumps until his muscles are loose and warm and they’re just itching to be challenged. Today, he decided to do legs with an additional ab workout just because. He was a little extra energized, and he craved for his body to be sore. He doesn’t do this often, but he needs to change it up once in a while, right?

Tom goes straight towards the leg press, knowing that that machine will fire his legs up immediately. When he starts his reps, he already feels the burn. He knows today is going to push his limits, but he’s ready.

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About halfway through his workout, he wants to give up. But he knows that’s exactly when you need to keep going.

He’s struggling with his squats, really trying to lift these three plates that are taunting him. He can do two easily, which means he has to add weight if he wants to actually gain and keep his muscles. He takes a deep breath before trying to squat for the second time. He slides the padded bar over his ready shoulders. The weight is dawning and plummeting his own body to the ground.

As he lowers his legs, squatting with the best of his abilities, his lower back aches immensely before he drops the bar onto the matted floor. The plates clang against each other in the relatively quiet gym

“Fuck,” he groans and chucks off his headphones, clutching his lower back near his tailbone. This is now the second time he’s failed, but the first time he’s felt this pain. It wasn’t a shooting, sharp pain, but it was aching enough to warn him that he was positioning himself wrongly.

“Are you okay?” A woman’s voice asks concerningly a few feet behind him. Tom turns around too quickly, making his back hurt a little more. He tries to hide his hiss behind clenched teeth when he sees you.

Your eyes were wide with worry and your head was slightly tilted. You were sporting a tight sports bra with matching shapely leggings. You had a towel dangling in your hand and a black shirt in the other. Maybe it was because of his small pain, but Tom couldn’t help dragging his eyes down your body in awe. He hisses at the sight unconsciously.

“I’m assuming that’s a no,” You squint your eyes with a slight tease as you walk up to him. Tom nods while also fixating in the present. He had a tendency to drift off into his head if his imagination wandered enough.

“Yeah, I think I hurt my bad a bit,” he smiles while trying to stretch by twisting left and right.

“Maybe I can help? If you’d like me to,” You offer as Tom stares at you. Your eyelashes are fluttering almost innocently, and Tom is beyond intrigued. He nods with a charming smile, one that you just had to reflect back. It was easily one of the most gorgeous smiles Tom has ever seen.

“Just so you know, I kind of work here. Well—I mean—I do work here. I’m just new,” You rambled. You were a bit nervous. You were a certified trainer, but you’ve never trained someone outside of your schooling. Yes, you’ve done family and friends, but not a stranger. A random stranger who actually needs your experience. You’re not sure how you landed a job at this seemingly high-end gym, but you never question the good things that happen anymore; you just let them happen.

“Good to know. Since you offered, I assume you know what you’re doing,” Tom teases and you roll your eyes playfully. He eased some of your nerves.

When you ask how he was squatting, he explains what he was doing and when and where the pain was occurring. You nodded along to his words, collecting all of it and connecting it to your knowledge. You come to a conclusion long before he’s done and gaze at his body. You know a lot about anatomy and you’ve seen a bunch of bodies throughout your life.

But staring at his ripped and sweaty body has you feeling all warm and tingly. The morning sunlight seems to shine perfectly over his perspiration, twinkling as a few drops slide between his rigid muscles.

“I think you strained your back,” You say simply without blinking right as he finished talking. You shake your head as if you weren’t just ogling his muscles. What is wrong with you? You were supposed to be a professional.

“Oh,” Tom finally says with a slight frown to his face.

“Does it hurt when you turn as well or just when squatting?”

“Mainly just squatting,” he answers.

“Okay,” You give him a once-over as if analyzing him. You were analyzing him, just not in a very professional way. There was nothing professional about how your eyes turned hungry as they gazed at his blessed figure. “The best thing to do is to not sit. Or stop what you’re doing basically. I would say no more squats for a while or anything that strikes pain. But don’t terminate all your exercise. That will actually make it worse.”

Tom nods along to all that you’re saying with understanding. Everything that you’re telling him makes perfect sense, so there was a good minute where he zoned out and just stared at you. Your matching set makes your skin look smooth and defines every curve of your body. The way your hands moved as you spoke had him mesmerized like he was under hypnosis.

“Got it?” You ask as a heat floods up your neck. Tom blinks rapidly and mumbles a yes, but he looks all too distracted. He didn’t hide well that he was staring at you, but he didn’t seem like he was trying to either.

“Is there anything else?” Tom questions as the air between you two gets tense, voice lower than before. Panting and echoing machines are all that are heard in the space around you. You swallow your sudden nervousness that was about to cough up a whine. You wondered if he wanted you to say something else.

Maybe he wanted you to confess. Confess something that you were both thinking, but you both didn’t know.

“N-No,” You slightly stutter out when you answer, smiling to try to cover this feeling that’s bubbling up inside of you.

“Well, I guess I’ll just do the treadmill before I head out.”

“Right. Sounds good. Have fun!” You ramble as he walks away, chuckling with each step he takes. You turn away and your smile instantly falls as you groan to yourself, “Have fun? Why did I say that?”

You run your hand over your face as you try to regain your lost pride. When you walk back into the coach’s area, you slip on your uniform shirt, so people are aware you actually work there. You take a deep breath and mentally slap yourself in the head for being so unprofessional. You barely just started working here and you’re already breaking rules! You’re not allowed to have relationships with your clients. Wait, that’s a rule, right? Now, that doesn’t make much sense…

But you know for certain that thinking about someone sexually after just meeting them, rule or not, client or not, it’s inappropriate. You’ve never looked at someone and just completely melted at the sight of them. You can’t stop picturing the way his leg muscles flexed as he carried the heavy weight of the squat bar. Or the way his cheeks reddened and hollowed out air as he pushed himself to stand up straight.

Although you watch and help people work out for a living, you’ve never found it entertaining. But for some reason, your mind is just so utterly fucked over by this random guy that you’ve never seen before. He looks like he’s been doing it a long time, especially with that figure. Has he been at this gym for a long time? He seems like he has.

Your mind likes to wander and wander as you do busy work and wait for the day to end. From your area, you weren’t able to see the front doors, so you never saw the stranger again that day. You assume he left soon after your departure, but you wish that you saw him just once more. Maybe you’d get the confidence to catch his name and even offer a session. Free of charge, you imagine yourself saying accidentally because you’d be so distracted.

Throughout your shift you helped a few people and even assisted in the group exercise class. Though, you loved when you had one on one trainings the most because you got to see your client grow their strengths and their weaknesses.

As your shift came to an end, you collected your bag with a heavy sigh. It was only the afternoon, but of course you didn’t have any plans. You had spent a year working to become a certified trainer, but brought no one with you along the way. You took a gap year when high school ended to try to figure out what you wanted to do, and then you discovered training and you felt comfortable. You had some friends, but none were strong enough to stay with you. It was really just you, with the occasional hangout with your older sister who lectured you sometimes.

You felt lonely sometimes, but it’s not like you really tried to fix it either. You went out every blue moon, waiting for some magical miracle to occur. Nothing sprouts; no love, sex, relationship, or friendship spawned at your feet when you’re out late at night in a bar or club. So, you kind of just stopped going. Was it sad to say you kind of lost hope in dating and sex?

Besides the point, when you entered your apartment, you were alone. Just like most days when you weren’t busy researching ways to start a business.

Oh, was that mentioned?

You wanted to start your own business with your certification. However, it was hard because you had little to no experience in business. Your dad knew good tips and tricks, but he wasn’t experienced enough either. And since you were quite lonely, you hadn’t made many connections to people that might have loads of talent in the field.

One day, you would actually talk to someone, you swore. And they would help make your dreams of a business come to life. It’s not that you didn’t believe in yourself to make it happen; it was more than a reasonable goal. It’s just that you’re so unmotivated right now because of your lack of connections.

Ugh, why does life have to be so difficult?

—

Tom wakes up early with groggy eyes and a sore back. He had done some research online last night on how to sleep with a strained back. He was told to lay on his side with a pillow stuffed between his knees. But of course when he woke up in the morning, his body was flailed across his mattress like an eagle, pillows completely disregarded from him.

When he tried to sit up too quickly, a sharp pain erupted in his back, making him sit right back in the bed. Maybe he should just take his time like the woman at the gym said…

You were slightly disappointed you didn’t see the good-looking stranger again on your shift. You shamelessly glanced around the machinery, hoping to recognize his bulky shoulders and defined muscles, but they were nowhere to be found.

You got to see a few good bodies, but there was something about that stranger that just made your insides tingle.

Again, so unprofessional. This is why you can’t start a damn business!

—

Tom didn’t go to the gym for a week. A week!

His back was just in too much pain and lifting heavy weights sounded tortuous. He still went to work and went on evening walks with his dog, but he felt pretty lazy. He forced himself to take a week off of the gym to heal, and thankfully it worked. His mind kept lingering to the pretty woman who talked to him, but he kept excusing it with his pain. He must only be thinking of you because you gave advice he needs to remember, right?

By the next week, Tom was already back in the gym. He walked through those glass doors again, quickly checked in, and headed towards the machinery. He moved slowly as his eyes subconsciously tried to find you again. Tom had this… need to tell you that he’s okay and that your advice worked. Again, it was just an excuse, so he could talk to you again. Maybe he would see your name tag this time, or just ask for it blatantly.

He makes a quick once-over of the area, and is a bit disappointed when he doesn’t see you lingering. He goes straight towards the jump rope to refresh his muscles that have been resting for one of the longest times since high school.

Tom jumps and jumps and jumps… and then nearly falls over when he sees you turn around after doing a squat. The curve of your ass in those leggings made his mouth water and your charming smile made him crazy.

Before he knows it, you’re approaching him while he’s completely phased.

“Hey, I see that you made it back. How is your… back?” You ask, squeezing the towel in your hand with an intense grip. Your heart started fluttering a little from just the sight of him, and you wondered why you were getting so worked up over a stranger.

“It’s all good now! I think,” Tom chuckles while rubbing his neck. He nervously twists the rope between his fingers, trying to think of a way to keep the conversation going. “I, uh, never caught your name.”

Your heart skips a beat and a smile threatens to take over your face. It was such a little thing, but you’ve been wondering what his name was for the past week. A name to a face to fit your fantasies.

“Y/N,” You smile, but your eyes struggle to meet his face. He was just so gorgeous you felt like you might be blinded if you looked too long. “And you?”

“Tom,” he surely answered with a nod.

“That fits you very well.”

“What do you mean?” he questions and your eyes go a little wide. You hadn’t meant to say that. It sounds creepy and weird; to say that his name fits him… as if you were thinking about him.

“Well—like—I was wondering what your name was when I first talked to you and now that you said it, it makes sense. Not that I was thinking about you all week or something… that’s just creepy!” You awkwardly laugh after your ramble, thinking of the fastest way to leave this conversation so you can regroup. This is why your dating life is so shallow. You can’t hold a conversation for a second without rambling out nonsense or making a fool of yourself. It’s typical, really.

You thought he was going to laugh at you like a bully and walk away from your weirdness. But instead, he softly chuckles at your antics while staring at your face. Noticing that he’s still standing in front of you, you slowly drag your eyes up his body until you finally meet his eyes.

They’re that perfectly golden brown color that looks like oozing honey when reflected off the sun. Since you were only a foot away, you could see his nose was a little crooked and he had an uneven eyebrow. His hair seemed a bit unruly, but all you wanted to do was run your hands through it.

“I’ve been wondering what your name was, too,” he finally admits when the air around you feels like it’s closing in. Your heart was beating as if something was going to happen, but you knew nothing would. Nothing was going to happen in front of all of these people.

“Really?”

“Mhm,” Tom hums as he watches your pupils dilate and eyes struggle to look at him. He’s been thinking about you all week, he can admit that, but now you can’t even look at him? He wanted to see your pretty eyes. “I’ve been wondering about a few other things as well.”

“Oh? Like what?” Your voice was slightly breathless and you felt the need to check over your shoulder every second. You felt like you were breaking some rule and you were able to be fired on the spot. It felt so wrong, but you wanted to see where this goes. You were all too intrigued by this glorious man before you.

“Like why you can’t look at me.”

“What? I’m looking at you!”

“Not longer than a blink.”

“S-So? Do you want to have a staring contest or something?” You bite your tongue when you stutter.

“Maybe. I just want to see your pretty eyes,” Tom didn’t plan on calling your eyes pretty right off the bat, but his bluntness is what made you finally look up at him. He saw innocence as well as desire laced within your irises. And he wondered if you really had been thinking about him all week. If you had, that would confirm that you want more. It would confirm that Tom isn’t crazy, and that there is some type of spark in between you too.

Will a one-time thing, like sex, dull the craving spark, or ignite it?

“We can’t here,” You say barely above a whisper.

“Do what? A staring contest?” Tom begins to smirk causing you to groan. He’s got to be one of the cockiest people you’ve ever met, but he has every right to be. Usually, you hate men that know they’re attractive because their cockiness just makes them an asshole. But Tom is the funny type, who pretends to be cocky, but he’s actually really humble.

How did you get all of that from only two conversations with him? And they were barely conversations!

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t, actually. Care to tell?”

“You want…” You can see the way he tries to hide his growing smirk and it tells you all you needed to know. The air thickened between you both, heavy with tension and heat. Your heart was racing and your stomach burned in a way that pushed your courage over the edge. You’ve needed something like this for a long time, you just never knew how long you actually needed it. “You want me to give you a session!”

Tom clicked his tongue at your teasing, slightly chuckling. You blinked your eyes as you flashed your fraud innocence at him.

“What does the session include?” His voice was low and deep. There was a certain rumble in his tone that made your legs feel like jelly and your mind go blank.

“I-I can show you. Let’s go in the back,” You try to remain as playful as possible, but you were absolutely losing it. You just wanted him to take control and kiss you as hard as possible; to do the unimaginable. Of course, the horniest you’ve ever been in your whole life is at work of all places. There’s no way there isn’t a rule about having sex in the gym. You’re sure people have done it before, but never employees. That had to have been prohibited.

But your desire is taking control of all your actions right now as you lead Tom through the gym and into your miniature office. Since you were relatively new, your office was in the back of the gym in a little room. The other offices for the more experienced trainers were near the front and were wide open to the public. You didn’t like how your space was so far away from everything because it made you feel disconnected, but right now, you’ve never been more grateful.

As you guide him into your office, you shut the door and push in the lock. You had a small wooden desk with a single picture frame and a laptop. A few different papers lie across, but you’re quick to stack them and slot them in the first drawer. When you stand back up, Tom is closer to you than ever, hovering right over you.

Your heart rate increases exponentially as his hungry eyes pierce your soul. Your impulses want to rip his shirt dramatically off of his torso, so you can run your hands all along his sweaty, ripped stomach. You’d make sure to kiss every centimeter of skin before landing on your knees for him. You’re almost positive you’d do anything he’d ask. Before you can even blink, he’s leaning in, cutting the distance and inching closer to your weekly fantasy.

“So what do I get?” His voice was breathy as his eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips. You couldn’t help but do the same.

“Anything. Anything you want,” You respond way too quickly, your desperation spilling out from you. Out of instinct, you took a step back from him, making your back bump into the wall. He was crowding your space as much as he could without actually touching you. And it was utterly killing you.

“What a generous trainer,” he placed his hand delicately on the wall next to your head. “Do you do this with all of your clients?”

“Only the fittest,” Your lustfulness made you brutally honest as if you had chugged truth serum. “But no, I’ve never… brought anyone back here before.”

“The first and the fittest. I might just have to book a session.”

“Luckily, a spot just opened. You can have it,” Your eyes meet him again. The second he sees your eyelashes flutter up, there’s nothing stopping him from kissing you. Not the tension, not the voices in his head, not the fear of someone knocking on the door asking for you.

Tom’s lips crash against yours in an eager kiss, lips melting together from the heat you’ve built up. It’s sweet and it’s salty, but it’s fulfilling that nagging ache you’ve wanted cured all week long. Your hands immediately find their way to his luscious curls, lacing your fingers through them just like you imagined. His rough-textured hand cups your jaw, angling you directing into his mouth when he slots a bit of his tongue inside.

His body presses forward against yours, rock-hard, stiff, and hot. The feeling of his heaviness and warmth was even better than you had conjured up in your crazy, little head. His rhythm was easy to rock with, and your body gravitated towards his. You whimpered into his mouth when his growing bulge poked the bottom of your tummy. Tom took that as a sign and popped off of your mouth. He trailed his wondrous mouth down your pulsing neck, causing you to stab your teeth into your lip to keep quiet.

Tom kissed and nibbled your skin without a care of who might see the marks. He didn’t know what would happen after all of this, but he wanted you to have at least one memory when it was all over. When reached your collarbone, he forced himself off of you.

“What do you want?” he grumbled.

“W-What? I don’t know! Anything, just do something, please.”

“You’re the trainer. You’re supposed to tell me what to do, no?” Tom’s teasing sends a tingle down your stomach that hits you straight in between your legs. “Do y’want me to fuck–”

“God, yes. Do anything, please,” You groaned, trying not to sound too desperate, but it was difficult when that’s all you were.

“Alright, alright, don’t worry.”

Tom pushed himself off of your body to remove his shirt. His glorious body was perfectly defined by his packed muscles wrapped in his tan skin. His skin looked so smooth, like a silky blanket. Your impulses got the best of you and before you could even think, they were roaming his god-like figure with curiosity.

“How are you so fit? Who is your trainer and how can I learn from them?” You question both jokingly and seriously. When he laughs, you can feel it vibrate through your fingertips and it makes you feel all fuzzy.

“I train myself, but I know some great cardio exercises I’d be willin’ to show you,” he winks as his hand lands on your hip. It was your turn to laugh now, your voice breaking the tight tension.

“Please,” You begged, tugging both of his hands toward you. It was your way of saying that he could do whatever he wanted now. “Go ahead.”

So he did. You removed your tennis shoes and then he yanked down your leggings. You were so needy at this point you didn’t even bother to discard your snug bra. If anything, you’re going to need its security with all the movement you’re about to do (hopefully).

His hands grabbed the hem of your leggings until they were completely off of your legs. You’re left in your soaking thong while he’s still in his loose gym shorts. Tom doesn’t waste another second because he’s growing just as impatient as you. He can feel himself twitching in his briefs, craving for a satisfaction that only you can seem to sedate.

Without a warning, Tom cups your mound with delicacy, fingers pressing against your aching hole. The gasp you let out is unwavering as your cunt clenches around nothing but your own desperation. He scrunches his palm, rubbing your underwear as you soaked through the fabric.

“Can feel that you’re soaking, darling,” Tom husks beside your ear, sending shocks of heat down your spine. You’ve never been so turned on in your life from someone, especially because of a deep, sensual accent like his. “Did I do this?”

“Yes, yes. All for you,” You nearly whined, but you withheld it with a strain. “Please just fuck me already.”

“What’s the rush, love? Got somewhere to be?” he taunted. You didn’t have anywhere to be and he seemed to know that. He was lucky you didn’t have any clients today or have any appointments. It was like the perfect coincidence that this occurred on this day. You’re grateful for the fate of the universe as he slips his hand into your panties to lace his fingers within your wetness.

“So fucking wet, love,” he grumbled so low you could barley hear it.

“I need it, please,” This is the most submissive you’ve ever been. You can’t recall a time where you have ever been this wet or needy for another man. There’s just something incredibly alluring about the man about you, rock-hard body and all.

“What do you need? Do you need me to put my finger in your tight, little hole? I bet it would just slide right in.”

“Fuck, Tom,” You growled in sexual frustration. His mouth spilled utter filth, but you were loving it. You felt the very tip of his finger nudging inside of you, causing your walls to clutch tightly. “I need you to fuck me. Please. No teasing.”

With an ever-growing smirk, Tom slips his hand out of your underwear and glides the material down your jelly-like legs. Your eyes never leave his hands, too scared to meet his intimidating eyes. You watch him with curiosity and desire as he tucks his thumbs in the waistband. His briefs come into your view and your eyes widen when you see the impressive bulge outline.

You swallow, intimidated by his size, especially since you haven’t had sex in a decent amount of time. He hasn’t even pulled down his underwear yet and you’re already frothing at the mouth.

“Do you have a condom?”

“I, um,” Your eyes wander around to your purse on the floor by your desk and you quickly bend down to pop it open. In one of your secret pockets, there is a nicely wrapped condom. “Here. I hope it fits.”

Tom laughs as he tugs his briefs down with ease. “You’re not good for my ego.”

You wanted to laugh in response, but you were too distracted by his cock. Mesmerizingly, you gaze at his hand stroking his veiny length, seemingly as desperate as you with pre-cum leaking at the tip.

Instead of grabbing the condom from your hand, Tom says, way too gravelly, “I want you to do it.”

So, with shaky hands and doe-eyes, you rip open the package and slide on the latex. The look on your face can easily make it seem like you’ve never even seen a dick before. But now looking at Tom’s, it feels like all the others are down the drain.

Within seconds, Tom has you back against the wall, one hand resuming beside your head and the other on your hip. Your heart jumped and pussy throbbed, waiting for him to break the lustful barrier in between you two.

“Ready?”

“Y-Yes,” You whimper as the head of his cock glides along your thighs before sliding in between them. Your arousal soaks the condom as he grips one of your legs, hoisting you up and around his waist. Your arms instantly wrap around his neck for security as your leg connects to him like a koala.

With one leg on the floor, you try to maintain your balance as he finally thrusts into you. You both collectively groan in sexual satisfaction, finally having your craving fulfilled. When you thought he had pushed all the way in, Tom pumps deeper inside of you, causing you to squeal.

“Shh, darling. Don’t want anyone to hear us fucking in your office, do you?” Your moans contradict his request, but you can’t help it. His hips were flicking up into you so fucking deliciously, and you couldn’t stop yourself from bucking right back into him. “Or maybe you do. You want someone to walk in and see one of their trainers getting their brains fucked out?”

“M-Maybe,” You couldn’t lie, the idea was enthralling. The idea and his dirty words made your toes curl and eyes roll to the back of your head. He knew exactly what to say and when to say it, almost as if he’d studied this.

“But I don’t want to get fired,” You whined a little too loudly.

“Well, then you better be a good girl and quiet down.”

In order to obey his demand, you brought one of your hands to cover your mouth. You allowed yourself to moan in your palm when his pace increased and he bottomed out completely. You could feel yourself fluttering around his cock as he rammed into you like no tomorrow.

His free hand traveled down to your clit and circled the throbbing bud with roughness. You shrieked against yourself, clenching tightly around his thick cock to compensate. Blindly, you are clawing at the skin on his neck and chest. Still, even when he was deep inside of you, you were terrified to look into his dark eyes.

With every thrust, you felt the way his muscles contracted against you. You felt and heard the way you drenched his cock even more with the sight. His muscles and body were the first thing that caught your eye about him to begin with, so you’re not totally surprised that you’re dripping from that.

He looks like a model. A statue. A god.

Small beads of sweat began to form on his abdomen, glazing down his chunks of muscle as he jammed harder into you. Your head hit the wall hard in ecstasy when he lowered himself to your neck and nibbled right below your ear. Every breath and groan that slipped from his mouth just sent you into overdrive and made you insane.

“I’m close,” You breathily warned, squeezing your leg tightly around him to push him even deeper. Tom groaned loudly on accident, too overpowered by the feeling of you.

“Wish I could hear your sweet sounds,” Tom mumbles as he pinches the top of your thighs to make you squeal. He resumes his attention on your clit, so he can distract himself from coming, because he knows he’s milliseconds away from absolutely losing it. “I know you’d sound so pretty screaming my name.”

“Tom,” You whimpered instead, eyes screwing closed. Your back began arching towards his buff chest and your breathing was becoming more rapid, indicating that your release was right around the corner. “I’m coming, shit.”

“Let go, love. C’mon, know you need it,” his lovely accent guided you through it with gravel encouragement. With another skillful rock of his cock, you were coming until you saw stars. Literally. Your eyes were closed so tightly that you saw little white specks in your vision. “There you go.”

Tom took that as his sign to finally relieve himself. As his thrust got sloppier, he helped you through it. With a fist to the wall and head in your shoulder, he came harshly in the condom.

Your body squirmed in his hold, already too sensitive. He gently let you stand on both feet, keeping you steady as you regained your balance. He removed the condom, tied it, and tossed it in the garbage.

“I can take out y’trash if you want me to,” Tom offered as you both slipped on your clothes. The humidity in the room seemed higher than ever, and then to put your clothes back on was just torturous.

“It’s alright, it’s not like anyone will go through it,” You reassured as you struggled to pull up your sticky leggings.

There was a moment of silence that made your heart rate pick up.You were both fully dressed and there was nothing stopping him from walking out. What was he thinking? Was he trying to find the best way to leave without being mean?

“I—” You both spoke at the same time, a flush burning your skins.

“Go ahead,” You insisted, too nervous and impatient for his response. He probably never wanted to see you again and that was fine, this was just a one-time thing that you will be thinking about occasionally. Or every day.

“Okay,” Now, Tom couldn’t seem to meet your eyes. He felt a tad nervous all of sudden as if he’d never talked to a girl before. He’s done this stuff loads of times, but he can’t help but get flustered like a school boy. “Can I… have your number? You can totally say no—”

“Yes,” You probably responded way too quickly, but you didn’t care. He wanted your number and you weren’t going to waste a second pretending to think about it. A smile grows on his face that was even bigger than his devilish smirk from earlier. “What does this mean?”

If you didn’t ask him, you would’ve been regretting it forever. You knew you wouldn't have had the courage to text him that question. What if he never even texted you, and he was just asking for your number to be nice?

“It means I’m going to text you.”

“Okay, well, thanks for clearing that up for me,” You rolled your eyes, but at least he was honest.

“Maybe ask you out too.”

“Really?” Your heart jumped on a trampoline in your chest, excitement bubbling up within you. You have been on a date in about a year, and Tom seems like a wet dream come true. You thought that maybe he wanted a friends with benefits arrangement, but a date? Is this real life?

“Yeah, if that’s something you want—”

“Yes,” You probably responded way too quickly, but you didn’t care. He wanted to take you on a freaking date and you weren’t going to waste a second pretending to think about it.

You did give him a free cardio session. The least he can do is take you out, right? What’s better than a free cardio session? Free food!

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thanks for reading, this isn’t my favorite thing i’ve ever written because it felt a bit forced… so sorry about that 😭

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When the Levee Breaks (pt. 1)

Daryl Dixon x OFC

The one in which a stripper that used to know Merle and Daryl shows up at the Atlanta camp. Daryl’s feelings are complicated but mostly he hates her. Right?

Chapt. Setting: Atlanta camp

Chapt. Warnings: degrading and sexist language, season 1 Daryl, he’s not nice in this, probably won’t be for a while. 

Word count: 1600 

A/N : (aka authors warning) this is written in Daryl’s POV soOo idk. Probably not everyone’s bag. Maybe it’s no one’s bag. These first three chapters are kinda rough and I’m sorry but I can only proofread my own stuff so many times before I either post it or delete it forever.

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17+ mdni for the whole story

After stringin’ a few squirrels for dinner I figure I should get back to camp. ‘m breakin’ through the tree line, and that’s when I see her.  Beatle. Beatle, for the first time in… shit, who knows? Definitely years, I’m not exactly sure how many. Beatle, just fuckin’ sittin’ at my fire. Like somehow she knew it was mine and showed up just to take it from me. Just sittin’. Smile on her face like she belongs there. She doesn’t. She doesn’t belong at this camp, with these people. Shit, Beatle doesn’t even belong alive if I’m bein’ honest. 

No one in this fuckin’ camp can hunt worth a damn.  They’re gonna expect me to feed ‘em, ain’t they? Eventually. Eventually the food’ll run out and it’ll just be me feedin’ fuckin’ everyone. M’not doin’ it. I’m not doin’ shit for ‘em anymore. Why should I? Left my brother on that roof to rot. Naw, I’ll hunt for my damn self. Don’t even know why I’m still fuckin’ here. Should be out findin’ Merle. Honestly, don’t even know why I’m not.

Even before the dead started walkin’. I figured her days were numbered since the first fuckin’ time I met ‘er. Drunk as hell, eyes glassy, loud annoying voice barkin’ like a damn dog. Just yap yap yappin at Merle and me, tits half hangin’ outta her bikini top. Ones cinched in the string like she’d just forgotten to take ‘em out from her last time around the bar. A dumb drunk bitch, Beatle. Stupid fuckin’ stripper name. Who’s dick gets hard over a stripper named Beatle? 

I watch her, just for a second, checkin’ to see if maybe it’s not really her. But it is. ‘Course it fuckin’ is. 

Shane’s the first person I see that’s not doin’ anything, going through some clothes in a duffel bag in the back of a van, figure he might know, “Where the fuck did she come from?” Pointing toward Beatle, her back to us, fifty yards away. Stupid purple hair blowing all over the damn place. 

Shane looks to see who I’m pointing at, but who the fuck else is new at camp? His eyes finally land on Beatle before looking back at me like he’s trying to fight the smile on his damn face, “Why? You interested?”

I’m tryin’ not to lose my shit that she’s even fuckin’ here. “Nah…” I shake my head, “I know ‘er.”

Shane looks up, surprised maybe, and then not. Looking from Beatle back to me again, eyeing us up. “Yeah, makes sense.” 

I squint back at ‘im, “S’that supposed ta mean?” 

He shrugs, making a face, before smiling again, folding another shirt into his pack, “Just that you look like you might know eachother.” He doesn’t say more but I know what he’s not sayin. “Is all.” He adds on the end just to reiterate. 

He means we’re both fuckin redneck trash to anyone who looks at us. I look back over at her, startin’ to get real mad at this jarhead dickhead. Not for her or nothin’. Even if he’s right, he don’t gotta say it. Or maybe it was the way he said it. Or the way he didn’t say it. Like a fuckin’ pussy. 

A part of me feels like standin’ up for myself. Hell, a part of me feels like stickin’ up for Beatle. But, shit, it’s not even worth it.

I cough up a lougie and spit it close to his foot. “So where’d she come from?” I’m fuckin’ repeating myself. I hate fuckin’ repeating myself. 

“Think she just wandered in. Must’ve been lost in the woods or something. Ask Rick. He seems to know everything.”

Can’t keep myself from crackin’ at his petty comment. Always so fuckin’ loud with his contempt, makin’ the situation obvious to anyone with eyes. Messy. 

I decide I’m gonna ask ‘er. She’s gonna see me eventually. Better I approach her first, right? Don’t need to get football tackled in the middle of doin’ somethin’ else when she sees me for the first time. So I pull out a cigarette and start walkin’ over.

She’s talkin’ to Andrea. She fuckin’ would. Both of them loud dumb bitches. Talking about all the dumb shit they miss since everything’s turned to shit. Not talkin’ about people or nothin’ important. Just bullshit like getting your damn nails done, and eating fuckin’ ice cream. 

“Where’d you fuckin’ come from?” Sayin it louder than I meant. More aggressive than I thought my voice would sound. Usually fuckin’ is, though.  The laughing between Andrea and Beatle stops and they look over at me, just standing there waitin’ for it to register. Waitin’ for Beatles reaction. Starin’ ‘er the fuck down like she doesn’t fuckin’ belong here. She doesn’t. 

Beatles eyes light up, getting up from her chair and runnin’ over to me like she’s never been more excited to see someone in her whole damn life. I try to brace myself, but she still rocks me backward as she jumps on me, “Daryl!” Should have stopped her, could have moved just right out of the way. But nah, I let her. 

I don’t hug her back though, just push her off and let her own feet catch her. Dumb bitch doesn’t know personal boundaries. Her voice so close to my ear, “Damn, don’t look so happy to see me.”

Happy to see her? I’m not. Didn’t think I could be so unhappy to see a familiar face in my whole fuckin’ life. But she wasn’t letting that stop her, never fuckin’ did. “I was lost, found this camp. They said I could stay.” She explains, her voice high and happy and annoying as it ever was. At least she’s not drunk. 

Everyone around the fire had gone back to what they were doing. Not watchin’ us anymore. They could probably see as well as Shane that it was obvious how we knew eachother. Well, maybe not exactly how. But they probably had a good idea. 

I dunno what to say to her explanation, so I don’t say nothin’. And she just stands next to me, too close, clearly not gettin’ the hint that I didn’t really wanna talk to her. Just wanted to know why she was here. Now I know. She wasn’t gettin’ that she could and should just go back to her conversation with Andrea about ice skating, or cocktails, or what the fuck ever. 

“What about you?” Her voice quieter for fuckin’ once. 

I shake my head, blowing smoke out, “Merle and me, met up with everyone...” I don’t feel like explaining it, so I don’t. 

Beatle’s lookin’ up at me, her big eyes all wide and excited like a dumbass deer too stupid to move out of traffic, “Merle’s here?” 

This coil of disgust, I feel it snaring it’s way through my abdomen. Yeah, that’s the feeling Beatle usually gives me. Back like it never fuckin’ left. “Nah, not anymore. Sorry to dry your cunt.” 

Beatle says “Ew” fast. Like she’s so disgusted by my vocabulary. Like she isn’t just as crude, the things I heard that little mouth of hers say. 

“He’s not…” she means dead.

“Nah, hes not dead.” Usually this is where I talk something nice about Merle, about how he’s a tough sunuvabitch or some other shit. But not to Beatle. Beatle already knows, and for some reason talking about Merle with her makes me.. fuck… whatever. 

Glancing over, it looks like Beatle’s finally got the hint that I don’t wanna talk to her. She probably really was excited to see me, and I almost feel bad for a second. Before she puts her grubby fuckin’ hand in my face and asks if she can have a cigarette. Needy fuckin’ bitch. 

I laugh right in her face. At the gall of her. That at the end of it all, of everything; she was still trying to get some fuckin’ handout. “Naw.”

“Oh, come on, Daryl, please? I haven’t had one in days!” As if I give a shit what she has or hasn’t had. Hasn’t seen me in years and wants to ask for favors? 

I keep draggin’ on my cigarette, blowin’ the smoke out, and m’not smiling anymore, “I said naw. I don’t see your tits out, why would I give you anything?” Fuck repeating myself.

“You wanna see my tits?” She says it like it’s actually a question. Like she really fuckin’ believes that I’m askin’. 

“You’re a dumb bitch, Beatle, y’know tha’?” I shake my head at her, laughin’ at her again. She’s fuckin’ ridiculous.  Taking another drag I realize the cig is trash, and I almost throw the butt into the fire but decide to hand it to her instead. 

She takes it, with needy fingers like I knew she fuckin’ would. Trying to hide my smile at how fuckin’ pathetic she always seems to be.  Watching her take my trash like it’s fuckin’ gold. She drags it once, I can smell the filter burning and she throws it in the fire. “Next time maybe you’ll share one with me?” Her voice is so sweet it makes me sick. Like I didn’t just call her a dumb bitch to her face. 

Saccharine and fake, that’s how she’s always been. All her cute little movements and motions, all just tryin’ to work me up so I’ll share my smokes or listen to her dumbass whine about anything and everything. Annoying.

“Prolly not.” And I’m already walking away from the fire. From Beatle. Going back to my tent and praying to god, Jesus Christ, don’t let her follow. 

Chewin’ on what she said. Lost, huh? See? Didn’t even belong alive. 

pt 2

[wormo-rat]

Short snippet of my first draft for Tamber's Body, a Scream 5 Jennifer's Body AU. It's been a long time since I've done any creative writing so I'd love any (kind) thoughts and feedback.

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“C’mon Tara, it’ll only be a couple hours, and who knows? Maybe you’ll even have some fun.”

Tara rolled her eyes playfully and continued rummaging through her locker, looking for the right notebook for her next class and trying to ignore Amber’s puppy dog eyes.

“Amber, you know we have a history test tomorrow, and Wes wants to…”

“Fuck Wes!” Amber slammed her locker shut and Tara flinched. She knew Amber never liked Wes, for one reason or another, and her recent “study dates” (as Amber put it) with him had only worsened her best friend’s disdain for the poor guy. When Amber got in these moods, it was almost impossible to reason her out of them.

“Wes is a fucking loser incel, don’t tell me you’d rather spend your night with that spiky-haired prick than with me.” Amber scowled, her jaw clenching with anger. With other people, Amber was usually good at masking her darker tendencies and only snuck in a few jabs here and there, especially towards Wes. But with Tara, for whatever reason, her mask had been slipping lately. Tara wasn’t sure why, but she had a sneaking suspicion that the recent uptick in cruel comments coincided with the start of her spending more time with Wes. She knew these outbursts were something that she just had to allow to fizzle out on their own, but not defending him in the slightest wouldn’t sit right with her either.

“Wes isn’t an incel, he’s actually pretty nice. You’d know that if you actually bothered to talk to him.”

“Tell me one instance where he’s actually gotten his dick wet.”

Tara frowned and turned to look at Amber,

“If we’re going by the actual definition of incel, I’m pretty sure he’s just a virgin. I don’t really think you can call teenagers incels since we pretty much just started getting sexually mature. Also while we’re at it, it’s so fucked up that misogynistic men co-opted a term originally coined by a woman trying to seek out connection and community with others who…”

Amber listened somewhat patiently as Tara went on her short tirade. She was still sort-of pissed off at the idea of Tara blowing her off for Wes, but when Tara got into her passionate little one-person debates, it was almost impossible to stay angry. Her face scrunches up and her eyes would ignite in a way that always showed she really cared about everything she said. Amber envied her in these little moments, her world had grown so dull and monotonous at times that she rarely felt an attachment to anything anymore, let alone these random topics that Tara always felt compelled to lecture her on. Tara tended to use her hands a lot when she got passionate, so having prematurely abandoned her search for the right books for class, Amber reached into Tara’s locker to expertly pack her backpack and zip it up, slinging it over her shoulder with her own. She steered Tara away from their lockers and they walked together towards Tara’s next class, Tara continuing her Ted talk without a hitch, hardly noticing the change in setting. Tara only snapped out of it when the 5-minute warning bell rang out. She blinked in surprise, feeling the heat rush to her face when she realised she had basically been yapping non-stop to Amber for the past five minutes.

“Sorry um, what were we talking about again?”

Amber smiled and handed Tara her bag,

“We were talking about how I’m going to pick you up from yours at 7 tonight, and you’re going to be dressed up all sexy and be ready for me by then.”

Tara chewed her lip, weighing up how much a bad grade would actually affect her overall performance, but when she glanced up and saw the expectant look in Amber’s face she crumbled.

“If they suck, do you promise you’ll drive me home early?”

Amber’s expression was instantly replaced with the near-maniacal grin that always made Tara’s heart skip a beat. Like a small rabbit pinned under the gaze of a ravenous wolf.

“Anything for you, princess.”

[dark-frosted-heart]

Crown’s S Class Mission - Roger Barel (Bitter End)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.

Roger: Hold up. Not gonna let you kill my cute student. Now then, it’s time for Instructor Roger’s fun and exciting punishment.

Master of the estate: Oliver, shut that guy up!

Instructor Oliver: The one who needs to shut up is you.

Oliver grabbed the man and pinned him to the floor.

Master of the estate: *cough* Wha-what are you doing!

Instructor Oliver: I can’t lie to myself anymore. That’s all.

Roger: Capture everyone involved.

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What awaited was an unimaginable scene.

Roger used rigorous muscle training to punish those involved.

When they were no longer able to stand, they were handed over to the police.

Kate: The Beauty Muscle Club has pretty much dissolved.

Roger: That’s good. And all the hospitalized women will be compensated.

Kate: While money won’t fix their situation…I hope it’ll help, even if just a little.

Oliver the instructor also came forward as one of the accomplices.

After atoning for his crimes, he planned on running his own sports gym.

He wanted to establish a place for women to work out together.

???: Um, excuse me…

Kate: Emilia…

Emilia’s wise gaze caught mine when I turned around. 

(...If she overheard us, she knows that she got deceived, doesn't she?)

(...What can I say to her—)

Emilia: Um, thank you so much!

Kate: Huh?

Emilia winked and smiled.

Emilia: I’ve faced a series of disappointments, but I can’t let that get me down.

Her strength revealed how much she had gone through in her life.

Kate: …I’ve also faced a series of disappointments. I could only think about how useless and pathetic I was. But I can’t stay depressed.

Emilia: I agree. I’ll see you around. Take care of yourself, Kate.

While I waved goodbye to Emilia, I noticed Roger’s gaze on me.

Kate: What is it?

Roger: Nothing. Just thinking about how you’re growing into a fine woman.

Kate: D-don’t praise me out of the blue. Besides, it’s not like you raised…

Roger: Yeah, yeah. Anyway, as a reward for growing up well, I’m taking you out somewhere nice.

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Roger took me to a restaurant by Big Ben.

Roger: Been coming here ever since Ellis told me about it. Basically, everything here’s pretty good.

(...Roger brought me to such a nice restaurant)

Alarms bells started going off in my head.

Kate: …Are you’re going to make me do something again?

Roger: What do you take me for?

Roger stifled back a laugh and stared straight at me.

Roger: Don’t worry. There’s nothing behind the reward today.

Emma: …Reward?

Roger: I saw how hard you’ve been working…Good job.

(Ah…)

Hearing those words, it was clear that he brought me here as a reward.

Kate: Thank you…But, I don’t deserve it. I got too emotional to make rational decisions.

Roger: I suppose that’s true. But I would’ve slapped that guy myself if you didn’t. He deserved it. Getting angry for the sake of others is admirable.

Kate: …

Roger: Kate.

Kate: Yes?

Roger: You’re strong enough.

(What do I do…I’m going to cry)

Roger’s carrot and stick method always disturbed my heart.

If he did this on purpose, then he’s pretty evil.

Roger: Oh it’s here. The roast beef here’s delicious. Here.

The simple look on Roger’s face when he looked at the meat blew my sentiments away.

Kate: Hehe…It really does look delicious…

Roger: … Hey, Kate.

Kate: Yes?

Roger: Being strong doesn’t mean doing things alone. Being able to rely on someone’s also a strength. So you can rely on me.

After saying that, Roger took a huge bite out of the meat.

Roger: Mmm, yum. Come on, it’s getting cold.

Kate: O-okay. Mmm…Wow, it’s really good! It’s so juicy and tender. It’s amazing.

Roger: …o_o Hahaha! You’re as restless as ever. Remember to chew. My family’s corgi used to eat so fast that they’d choke. They look just like you.

Kate: There you go again comparing me to a dog!

Roger: All that barking’s the same too.

Kate: Ugh…

We argued like usual, but my heart felt warmer.

Roger’s words made me feel really happy…and I kept arguing with him so that he wouldn’t notice.

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Some time later, I joined Jude and Ellis on another mission.

Ellis: Kate, you’ve been moving pretty smoothly.

Kate: Thank you. I’ve been doing strength training.

Jude: Ya still lookin’ pretty soft.

Kate: I-I’m planning on gaining muscle!

Ellis: Good luck, I’ll be cheering you on.

Ellis smiled and put his lips close to my ear.

Kate: Ellis…?

Ellis: Kate, Roger’s going to be in the lounge tonight.

Kate: Huh?

Ellis: You want to report your hard work and get praised, don’t you?

Ellis smiled gently at my surprise.

(I didn’t say that…)

Ellis: Or do you want to go out to dinner?

Kate: I’m heading back. I…have things to do in the castle.

I wonder how Roger will react when I tell him how I did today.

I definitely didn’t want him to know that I was walking a little faster than usual.

[katiefinch637]

Lonesome Love ~ Luke TWDG x fem!reader

Chapter 1 ~ Hit So Hard

A/N:: Hii this is my first book, it’s also on wattpad under the same title (Lonesome Love~ (TWDG) Luke x fem!reader) and my account is @katiefinch637 It’s not getting much attention on there so im hoping itll do better here!! I’m used to writing on there so it’ll take me a while to get used to it on here lmk what you thinkk

WARNINGS!!!! major spoilers for TWDG season 1 and 2! Gore and character death, possible mention of sensitive topics (probably in later chapters as i don’t think theres any in this one)

CONTEXT!! y/n basically takes the place of Clementine coz i cba writing her in but other then that it loosely follows the plot of TWDG season 2 but y/n is NOT seeing up her own arm it is so stupid for so many reasons (dog bites are incredibly dirty and sealing that bacteria in with stitches when you cannot properly sterilise the wound of equipment is bound to lead to infection also A STRAIGHT NEEDLE?? yeah no thats just not gonna work and like just no it’s so so stupid just bandage it.) y/n grew up in the UK with her parents and younger sister, she moved to America and attended 'Ericsons School For Troubled Youth' from ages 11-15 and when she turned 16 she went to live with her uncle (Kenny) as she had a poor relationship with her father. Her mother had became disabled with a chronic illness from when y/n was 10. She is now 22-years-old, the niece of Kenny and former student of Lee Everett at a high school (ik lee teaches at a university but shes too young to have been at university before the outbreak) where he had been her history teacher for two years (16-18), She then went on to get an apprenticeship at a tattoo parlour just before the outbreak. 

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"Christa, talk to me."

I plead, begging her to just say something. She hasn't said much since 'it' happened and as each week passes my worry grows.

Standing, Christa sighs and tends to the fire, low flames eat at the damp wood as it's poked and prodded by a thin stick. The soft amber glow reflecting onto her skin, she stares, blankly at the dancing blaze. 

"This'll never work."

Christa grumbles.

"Look at this, it's pathetic. The wood's too wet to burn. There's more smoke than flame. At this rate, we'll be eating this for breakfast"

She complains, referring to the mangled rodent cooking atop of the fire.

The rain patters on the soggy ground bouncing up as it hits the dirt, slowly the water begins to suffocate the fire and as the flames fade so does their hope, their hope of surviving the night, and their hope of making it to Wellington.

"Let me take over for you, sit down I'll sort it"

I suggest rolling up the sleeves of my fitted, purple jumper, crouching before the fire.

Christa steps back taking a seat on the log, smoothing her hair -coffee coloured and dull- out from her eyes, she exhales. 

"We cant stay in one place too long. It's too dangerous. We need to keep moving."

I state, jabbing at the kindling.

"All we do, all we have ever done is move. But we never seem to get anywhere"

Christa retorts. Her eyes - empty, free from any emotion and resembling that of a corpse - were halfway closed. As each day passes I begin to notice Christa's face contorting, becoming more lifeless, more gaunt, more dead. After Omid's death Christa stopped caring about almost everything, she ate less, spoke less. It was as if the day Omid died so did Christa, leaving behind her shell of a body. 

Inhaling a long, slow breath, I speak up.

"We need to find a group. People we can trust. We've been on our own for too long."

"Trust? You think we can trust someone out here?"

Christa questions as if it was an obvious fact. 

"No. Not now. Not anymore."

The quiet whistle of the wind fills the air accompanied by the faint roar of flames. The silence was comforting, a nice change from the heating discussion previously brewing. A chance to reflect. A chance to breathe. A chance to recover from the hardships that have become apart of daily living.

Christa sighs,

"I'm gonna go look for more wood you just keep the fire lit." 

I hear the faint crunches of footsteps as Christa strolls off. Once again the silence returns, nothing but the irregular rustling of leaves to fill the empty. 

Shuffling about our little 'camp' I search for anything to burn, something that wasn't drenched. I find sticks, twigs, leaves, nothing enough to create a proper fire though. Combing through my backpack I push past the spare clothes - darkened blue jeans, a blackish-grey laced vest, a knitted black cardigan and a dark-brown almost black fur-hooded coat, along with various other necessities, one being my 'ice pick'; honestly i'm still not sure if thats the correct terminology. All Molly told me when she 'lent' it me was that it's name is 'Hilda', nevertheless its very useful. Reaching in I pull out a small notebook, ripping out a few pages, chucking them, along with the small branches and dead leaves into the fire, I watched flames jump up, embers leap, spreading out in the air before falling. 

"This'll have to do"

I mumble to myself in a low, hushed voice. 

Reaching into the side pocket of my bag I shuffle my fingers around and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Sliding one from the packaging, the cigarette fits between my thin fingers with ease. Holding the end of the leaf filled cylinder over the fire i watch embers form jumping, popping and crackling as they dance on their tiny circular stage, and as the heat threatens to burn my fingertips. The smoke trailing upwards towards the stars creates a comforting sight. 

I bring my fingers up to my cracked, blood stained lips, before inhaling a long, deep, drag. The breaths grow relaxing, with every inhale follows a soft exhale of wondrous patterns. I close my eyes, breathing in the silence, drinking in the tranquility. The smoke found its way with the wind, following the path out into the melody of the rain, dancing, twirling, swaying with the breeze.

Examining the chipped red polish on my bitten nails I take another drag. 

"Jesus, are you fuckin' kidding me?"

A loud, unfamiliar voice spat.

I cough, the burning sensation of incorrectly inhaled smoke stabbing my throat. Throwing the cigarette onto the floor, crushing it with the heel of my tattered steel toed boot, I sling my backpack over my shoulder along with my bow - multiple arrows already shoved into my backpack peaking out for easy access - before following the males voice with haste. My legs carry me briskly, towards the call as i pat my person feeling my knife in the heart-shaped back pocket of my jeans; other than Hilda, my bow and my knife i have no other weapons, that sort of stuff - especially guns - are becoming almost impossible to aquire.

"Out here? Alone? In the middle of nowhere? But we haven't met anyone yet. How many people are you with?"

Another unrecognisable voice hissed.

"Hate to see someone get hurt"

The seedy male threatens.

"Now, hold on, she's setting you up."

One man cautions.

Christa stutters,

"I'm by myself."

It was then, i see Christa surrounded by a group of hostile, shady looking men, one who held a lead connecting to a large, hairy mutt, spits another threat Christa's way. The canine barking, all shouting over one another, a storm of threatening remarks drown out all other noise, no longer can i hear the deafening pound of raindrops attacking anything and everything in it's path. My heart drops to my gut. Eyes wide, my gaze darts around looking for something, anything to help Christa.

"Don't fucking lie to us!"

A man demands

Muffled voices filled my ears, dancing around my head, spitting at me. I couldn't move, my feet frozen to the ground, my words stuck at the back of my throat. The rain pours down on me, hard and fast, causing my dark locs to curl around to my face.

"You fuckin' with me?"

He demands, shoving Christa's slim frame causing her to stumble back.  

It was as if a switch had flipped, allowing me autonomy again.

I pull a shaft from the improvised 'quiver' inside my backpack, slowly, quietly and smoothly as I had been taught all those years ago. Without taking my eyes from my target, practiced fingers led the nock to the string, while my arm raised the bow to my cheek, the ice cold sting of half-frozen fingers pressing against my face. Slow, deep, even breaths as I pull the bow taut, feeling the fletching tickle my jaw as I sight the arrow.

Then nothing. No sound, no motion. No breath. My fingers simply went limp as the string slipped past them. In an instant, the engine of death twanged and went silent as the faintly whistling point found its target - the man, now stood in front of Christa, his gun raised, pointing between her eyes. 

The crack of the arrowhead penetrating the males skull sent chills, rushing like water down my spine. And as he falls limp i can't help but feel a sense of relief. 

The impact of the arrow forced the man snapping sideways, following the path lead by the foreshaft embedded deep into his brain. His body trailing a second behind, collapses with a thump into the muddy sludge.

"Run Christa!"

I scream, sprinting off hoping, preying that Christa ran in time. 

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chapter 2:

[guard-1225]

video journal log #184

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Evbo takes a few steps back after starting the recording.

“Hey everyone, I know it’s been SUCH a long time since I’ve done a video journal update, I was sick and then a lottttt of other stuff happened so I have so much to catch you guys up on.” Evbo says to the camera, taking a moment before continuing. “I’m pretty sure some of you guys follow my boyfriends page hahah, yeah he mostly does this q&a type thing but he started doing videos too lately, but anyways, he’s been posting a lot of updates on what’s going on so if you do follow him you already know what’s up.”

“First of all I knowwww all of you guys must be soo worried about me and why I haven’t been doing journal logs, but don’t worry I’m fine now I just had a cold for a few days. We also went to Christmas dinner at Julie’s place with Raymond and the other diamond swords. Her place was pretty cool too but obviously not as cool as ours, I mean she doesn’t even live in a Pvp mansion.” Evbo chuckles and decides to sit up on the counter next to the pillar, preparing for a pretty long video journal session.

“It was really fun to hang out with the other diamond swords, it’s nice to have actual friends… at least I think they’re my friends—“ Evbo looks away for a moment to think about it, before snapping back to his camera personality. “Anyways! After that was Ray’s birthdayyyy…” He giggles to himself before even saying anything. “Yeah we had a LOT of funnnn hahaha… Read his blog if you want to know more about that.

“I also gave him some new shades for his birthday so he can have a different pair other than the one he spawned in with. I think he looks really cool in them, but honestly I think he looks good in everything, like he’s just really good looking in general I kinda wish it was hotter in here sk maybe he would take off— Hahaha what am I even saying anymore, sorry I got a little off track there.” He laughs to himself awkwardly, trying to hide the blush that crept up on his face while thinking about his boyfriend shirtless. Something resembling a chuckle can be heard from the background, where Raymond is sitting on one of the chairs at the window.

“Anyways the main thing I wanted to tell you about is actually so insane, you guys are not going to believe it… Raymond figured out a way to fix his shield, and it actually works like real durability! He managed to get it back up to full like it’s brand new again, and it only takes off one when I hit him! I think we could fix other weapons too, we haven’t had time to try yet but—

A sudden purple flash of lights can be seen from the left side of the screen where Raymond had been previously sitting on a chair. Evbo whips his head around and quickly jumps down from the counter to sprint over to his boyfriend. The purple particles all dissapear in a few seconds and Raymond is sitting on the chair just like before. He drops the phone from his hand and jumps up to run to the back of the room.

“WHAT THE FUCK.” Raymond can be heard even from how far away he is from the video journal machine. He runs back up to Evbo, who’s been standing in the middle of the room completely dumbfounded. “What do I do?!” Raymond pants frantically, shaken from whatever he just saw.

Evbo stares at him, then lets out a chuckle.

“You’re a dog.” He states, laughing more with confusion.

“Evbo this isn’t funny, what do I do?!” Raymond continues to pace around the room, and it’s clearly visible on the video now that he has a tail. Evbo goes to get his boyfriend’s phone from the ground to look at the message.

“Ray don’t panic, it says here this will only last for a day—“

“A DAY?! That’s so long!” Raymond cries out frustratedly. Evbo sighs and puts a hand on his shoulder reassuringly.

“It’ll be okay, you don’t have to go anywhere tomorrow, I can stay here with you too.” Evbo smiles at him genuinely, caressing his arm before suddenly looking down and letting out another chuckle.

“What—“ Raymond follows Evbo’s gaze down and notices his tail wagging side to side. “OH MY GOD, This is so humiliating!” He whines, covering his face with his hands.

“I think it’s cute…” Evbo tells him, but he still can’t hide his giggles while saying it.

“Oh fuck you— and stop the recording, oh my god!” Raymond says and scatters to hide from the camera, running to the back of the room to their bed and getting blocked from the video by the pillar. Evbo laughs as he walks up to the video journal machine.

“I’m sorry guys, I have to end this one unfinished too since I think we have a bigger issue right now. I swear I’ll do an actual update once I have the time. Byeeee!” He smiles into the camera before reaching for the button and stopping the recording.

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[wafel1160]

Chapter 2 of my Catday fic, “stay with me”

Chapter 1, 2, 3,

Catnap’s ears drop and his breath hitched.

His dog was injured. “Catnap! You’re alright” Dogday says exhausted. He tries to climb onto the table Catnap was on, but Catnap stopped him.

“I’m okay!” Dogday says reassuringly.

The scientist stops Dogday from trying to reach his friend any further.

“It’s best if you refrain from any sudden movement. “ The scientist told Dogday.

“1188- I mean, Catnap. He will stay here, he needs a bit of healing, just as you do.”

The woman that argued with him earlier looked down at Dogday. She looked annoyed- or tired.

The silence was broken by the growl that came from Catnap. A furious expression on his face as he realized he would be separated from Dogday.

In fear of Catnap attacking again, the man picked up Dogday and placed him on the table.

“It’s okay, we won’t be separating you. “ he said reassuringly. “For long” He said under his breath. Catnap only glared at him as he squeezed Dogday into a hug. They both left but they would still see them through the glass.

Dogday hugged back. “Are you going to be okay?” Catnap blinked, stunned with the question. They stayed in uncomfortable silence, until Catnap muttered. “I…hurt you” Catnap’s voice was getting softer, as if he would hurt Dogday even more. He looked at his paw, then back at Dogday’s bandages.

“It’s fine. It’ll heal. “ Catnap closed his eyes, feeling guilt take over him. “Don’t worry! I know you- didn’t mean it. ” Dogday gave Catnap a gentle smile. Catnap hugged Dogday, wanting to stay with him forever.

“I have to go now” Dogday broke out of the hug. Catnap frowned in annoyance. Dogday laughed at Catnap’s expression. “It’s okay kitty. I’ll see you tomorrow. “ Catnap smiled slightly at the nickname. Dogday got down from the table only to speak again. “I almost forgot to tell you!”

Catnap’s ears perked in interest as he looked down at Dogday.

“I saw papers for new critters! I hope they’re nice” Dogday said as he left the room. “See you later!”

Catnap didn’t know how to feel. He didn’t want anymore friends, just Dogday. But based on what the humans were saying earlier, it probably wouldn’t even happen. Catnap thought as he drifted back to sleep.

* * *

“Catnap! Catnap!” The sleepy kitty woke up to an ecstatic dog. His tail was wagging as he has a huge grin on his face. It was a few weeks after the initial presentation. The concept of their show was then picked up and turned into a reality.

“What?” Catnap said before he was dragged away by the happy dog.

“Look! our new friends are here!” They were in front of a window. It was planned for new characters to be in the show, but Catnap still felt his heart sink.

A woman walked out. She laughed as she saw Dogday’s face practically squished onto the window.

“You can see them now, just don’t be too loud. “

She said as she opened the door.

“Okayokayokay” Dogday said as he ran straight towards the door.

Catnap looked up to the lady. “You can come too” she said hesitantly.

Catnap slowly walked into the doorway.

He peaked around the corner to see a rabbit and chicken.

They were all jumping around and playing.

They were all getting along. The woman sighed before she closed the door. Catnap, now fully inside, slowly crept towards Dogday.

“Hey Catnap!” Dogday said while jumping with the green rabbit.

“Look you guys!” The two animals stopped playing and stared at Catnap. Their smiles twitching.

“This is Catnap! He’s my friend, and will be yours too!” Dogday said as he took Catnap’s paw and took the rabbit’s paw. He then put them together so they could shake hands.

“H-hello Catnap. “ The rabbit said, almost as if she was afraid of him.

“My name is Hoppy- Hoppy hopscotch! Over there is Kickin Chicken.” She said.

Kickin stayed his distance, but he spoke up.

“You’re not going to get all angry right?” He said.

Dogday quickly went to stop the potential issue. “Nonono! Catnap is really nice- he doesn’t mean to hurt anyone. “ Dogday said.

“Is that why you have a scar on your stomach?” Hoppy asked.

Dogday’s ears twitched. “Well- it’s not

his fault. “ He said, trying to cover the fading scars. Dogday turned his head to see what the cat was feeling. “..Catnap?” Catnap was frozen, looking at the floor with a blank expression.

The other two went silent in fear.

“Um, maybe we’ll just have to go. “ Dogday said, taking Catnap’s hand.

Catnap didn’t say a word.

The other two just stared as they left.

The woman from earlier bent down to Dogday, and the still, silent catnap.

“Good boy” She said petting Dogday’s head.

“Alrighty then,” She grabbed Catnap. “What’s going to happen to him?” Dogday quickly followed along.

“The doctors are going to check on him. “ she stated flatly, like it had been rehearsed.

“How-“

“No need to worry.” Their doctor said.

“You won’t be separated anymore. “ A chill ran down Dogday’s spine at the man’s tone.

Dogday’s whimpers echoed in the studio.

The doctor put on a gas mask and took a syringe from the small tool table.

[feyhunter78]

Chapter Eight - You've escaped the restaurant with Miguel, and now you sit in a fast food parking lot discussing the night's events.

Ch 9

You sit in Miguel’s passenger seat, burger in hand, fries balanced between your thighs and your vanilla milkshake in the cupholder, and he loves it. Loves how domestic it feels, how you happily eat your food, visibly relaxing into the leather seat.

“So, how did you meet Kasey?” You ask him, fiddling with the air conditioning vent in front of you.

“You’ll hate me.” Miguel says, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Never.” You say, smiling mischievously at him, intrigue emanating from you.

He knows you, knows you love hearing about any sort of drama as long as you’re not a part of it.

“One-night stand, she was hitting on my brother at first, then Mina stepped in, tried to fight her, so I convinced Kasey it would be better to ride me instead of a stretcher to the hospital.”

Your hand flies to your mouth. “You did not say that to her.”

He groans and gives you a guilty smile. “I did.”

“And she went home with you?”

Kasey is...spontaneous, an adrenaline junkie with an addictive personality and a desire to experience all life has to offer before she has to settle down. Which according to their last conversation would be soon. She’d just been promoted, a new position which would send her out to Vermont. She’d already bought a house, planned to move her dogs there, to reconnect with her sister, and nieces who lived only ten minutes down the road from her new place.

But for all her planning though she was still Kasey, she still wanted a few last moments of fun and Miguel was her favorite place to get them. “She’s obsessed with me.”

Your eyes are wide, shining with amused shock. “You literally said the words, ‘it would be better to ride me than a stretcher to the hospital,’ to her face?”

Miguel takes a calculated risk. “I think my exact words were, you’re a pretty girl and my sister-in-law can fight. So, why don’t we save you a trip to the hospital, and you ride my cock instead of a stretcher?”

Your scent changes, you shift in your seat, gorgeous thighs rubbing against each other. He basks in it, wants to go further, feel that save wave of arousal rolling off you that he did back in the restaurant when he called you a good girl.

“Yeah…maybe we don’t double-date anymore.” You say, dipping a fry in your milkshake, attempting to act entirely unfazed.

“Maybe not.” Miguel agrees. No need to double-date, soon Todd will be gone, Kasey will be gone, and it’ll just be us for all eternity.

He could sit here forever, music playing softly, the hum of the neon sign, your perfume filling the car, the cool night air weaving through the open windows.

After a while, you speak up. “Also, I’m sorry about Todd, he’s…” You trail off, staring at the night sky blankly.

“Kind of a dick?” Miguel fills in for you.

You snort, “yeah, kinda, but seriously he can be so nice sometimes.”

“Sometimes? Y/N he should always be nice to you, you’re amazing.” He wants to shake you, to tell you that Todd is the same as he’s always been, a cruel, selfish, and uncaring man.

It took everything in him to not lunge across the table and sink his fangs into Todd, to tear out his throat and leave him breathless and gurgling, blood staining that ridiculous outfit he wore.

You lean your head back against the headrest and Miguel admires the curve of your neck, how your hair falls back delicately, the steady beating of your pulse, the blood flowing through your veins. “I know…but I just…we’ve been together for a while now, and I always self-sabotage, so I never know if I’m making the flaws up in my head or not.”

“You’re not.” He says, taking a long drink of his own strawberry milkshake. He’ll be throwing it up later tonight, but it’s worth it.

You roll your head to look at him. “Really? How do you know?”

He shrugs, “I just do.”

You close your eyes and let out a long sigh. “I don’t know, I like him, and he doesn’t treat me terribly.”

“He thinks your job is worthless, and that your choices are made without thought, that much was clear.”

Your face scrunches up, eyes still closed. “He’s just so obsessed with money, and don’t get me wrong I want to be rich too, but not at the expense of living my life and doing things I actually enjoy.”

“A life without passions is not worth living.” He says, focusing on the horizon.

You’re quiet, he can hear your thoughts whirling around in your head, a jumbled mess of emotions threatening to tumble out and spill over.

“I just…” Your voice is strained, wobbly, and breaks in the middle.

Miguel glances over at you to see tears glistening as they slip down your cheeks. “Hey, hey, y/n, mi dulce, please don’t cry.” He reaches for your hand, capturing it between his own.

“I’m just so embarrassed, and mad, and tired and I…” You dissolve into sobs, your free hand covering your eyes, your body bending forward in the seat.

“No, no, don’t be embarrassed, why are you embarrassed?” He soothes, his thumb stroking the skin of your inner wrist.

“My fucking boyfriend asked your fuckbuddy for sex tips, and they didn’t even fucking work, but I know you’re good at sex because everyone raves about it, and now you know that I’m…”

Broken? A freak? Stuck laying under a guy who treats me like an object, makes me feel worthless?

Your thoughts are pouring into him, a rushing waterfall of doubt and insecurity.

He can’t sit by anymore, he releases your hand and cups your face, lifting it, so your eyes meet his. “Y/N, I know nothing except what you wish to tell me, I am not judging you, I am judging him, but not you, never you. You are—you deserve so much more than him, and I’m sorry if you feel like I’m overstepping, but I have to say something. You are a good person y/n, sweet, smart, funny, beautiful, dedicated, passionate, caring, and he—he is a wet chihuahua barking because he has nothing better to do.”

He can feel your internal battle, how desperately you want to believe him, how frightened you are of leaving Todd, because what if Miguel doesn’t feel the same as you? He knows you fear risking everything for a chance at nothing. So, he pulls back, you have to make this jump on your own, no matter how badly he wants to carry you.

“As your friend, I would be doing you a disservice by not telling you the truth.” He feels the pang in your heart echoing in his.

Friend, just friends.

You nod, tears slowly drying. “Yeah, you’re right, thank you. It means a lot to me that you care so much.”

He brushes back a lock of your hair, admiring you in the glow of the streetlights. “No tienes idea de lo fácil que es amarte. Essentially, you make it very easy to care about you.” Trsl: You have no idea how easy it is to love you.

You smile at him, and your smile is like the sun blooming over the horizon, like his first breath of air after clawing out of his grave, it is you, you, you, you. “You’re so sweet, thank you.”

“You are easy to be sweet to.” He says, fighting the impulse to lean forward and connect your lips.

You bite back a laugh. “A wet chihuahua?”

He chuckles, caressing your face once more before forcing himself to let go. “It seemed an apt comparison, he’s so small compared to me.”

“Everyone is small compared to you, you’re a giant.”

There you are, his girl, smiling and teasing him, the light returning to your eyes. “I am not.”

“You are! Have you seen yourself? I swear your biceps are bigger than my head. And you’re so broad? Tell me right now, be honest, are you taking steroids?” He busts out laughing and you slap his shoulder. “Miguel, I’m serious, that can’t be natural.”

“I’m not taking steroids; I have good genetics and I work out regularly.” He explains. “It’s all about your diet.”

And I’m an immortal being with enhanced abilities, and physicality.

“Todd will never believe that he swears up and down that steroids are the only way to get really buff.”

“Does he want to gain muscle?” Todd wasn’t weak looking per se, but Miguel wouldn’t say he was “buff.”

You look down at your hands, mumbling. “I like guys with muscles.”

“What was that, dulce? I couldn’t hear you.” Miguel prods. His enhanced hearing of course caught your words, but he wants to hear you say it again.

You scrunch up your nose. “I like guys with muscles okay, I’m a bicep girl, I like having something to hold onto.”

“You like what you like.” Miguel flexes, casually reaching to turn down the music, but he can feel your eyes following his every movement.

“Yeah…but Todd says his ‘genetic makeup isn’t built for bulking’ so I guess that’s that.” You say, a hint of longing in your tone, when he reaches behind his seat to stretch out his shoulders.

Miguel wants to pounce. To take you in the backseat of his car and show you what his strength can do, let you sink your teeth into his biceps, scratch your nails down his back and shoulders, mark him, claim him.

“I hope he sleeps with Kasey.” Your words rip him from his thoughts.

TL: @obi-mom-kenobi, @poutysprouty, @oharasfilipinawife, @laysmt, @cicithemess, @unabashedcroissanttreefan, @lynxslokley, @thedevax, @generalkenobitrash, @keiva1000

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Dancing 'til the Break of Dawn - Pt 21

<Pt20

(TWST Zombie apocalypse AU where Yuu beast tames just a little too close to the sun)

“Can’t believe I showed you around the whole complex and you didn’t even pay attention!” Azul said.

Yuu lifted his hands in a shrug. “It’s not like it’ll matter.”

The twins didn’t seem to care if Yuu, nicely put, took himself off the census, so he doubted he would be allowed to walk around freely.

Frankly, he was pretty sure that the only reason he was allowed to walk around now was because Jade and Floyd were too busy torturing his friends for the high crime of Being Yuu’s Friends to remember that Yuu himself existed.

He wasn’t sure how long that would last.

He worried his lip.

And then he pulled a cigarette box from his pocket. It was Deuce’s. Yuu had never given the boy any, so it was still full. There was a splatter of blood across the already red packaging from one of the many times Yuu had been injured.

He shook a cigarette out and brought it to his lips, flicking his lighter to light it.

He had no intentions of breathing it in. In fact, doing so would defeat the purpose of this:

Establish a pattern.

If he inhaled, he’d start coughing, and that would be… well, an indication that he didn’t do this often. And embarrassing, which was far more of a problem, in Yuu’s eyes.

“That stressed already?” Azul said, looking a little too pleased about it. The dickhead.

Yuu smiled, and it was real, because he was more than happy for any excuse that would get the cigarette out of his mouth, if even for a moment. “This isn’t my first rodeo. And, y’know, I was starting to miss my old arson days, I’m glad to have an excuse to do it again.”

Azul’s smug little smile dropped.

“Please don’t burn down my mall. Do you know how long it took to get this place functional?!”

“Don’t give me a reason to burn the place down, and I won’t,” Yuu said. “It’s really that easy.”

“You know it’s not.”

“Get your dogs on leashes. I’m a cat person, you know?”

~

They were in the room that Yuu was sure he wouldn’t see the outside of for quite some time.

At least there was a window, this time.

Azul was already preparing to leave. But he hesitated, his hand in the doorway.

He turned to look at Yuu.

Yuu had flopped on the floor to inspect the carpet, stunned to find that there were no hints of blood among the white. Who cleaned this (because Yuu needed to ensure their pay was, at the very least, doubled)? Was it, somehow, untouched? Wild.

“How are you so calm about –? Nevermind. You’re clearly insane. Pro tip: if you want Jade and Floyd to not kill you, make sure they’re never bored.”

Yuu looked up just long enough to flash a wink his way.

“Who could ever get bored of me?”

~

The second Jade appeared in the doorway to Yuu’s house, he held a hand out for Yuu’s lighter.

Yuu smiled sweetly, batting his eyelashes. “You’re gonna have to fight me for it.”

He barely even got the sentence out before a fist came sailing for his head.

Yuu stumbled back, his eyes wide. He really hadn’t expected Jade to call his bluff.

But, hey, Yuu never really got to fight… anything, really, anymore! Who knows! Maybe attempted murder could be fun, if your target is literally unkillable!

He pulled a knife from his pocket and launched himself at Jade.

~

Yuu, of course, lost. He, frankly, wasn’t willing to risk popping the stitches in his shoulder again, because Ace and Deuce would never let him hear the end of it if they found out… and also, ew, pain, or something.

So, he got his ass handed to him. He was definitely going to have a few bruises in the morning.

On the bright side, though, Yuu got to stab Jade a few times. Which is basically free therapy. Stab any ‘Jade’s in your life to cancel your prescription to Mental Illness today!

Wait, he’d had a goal with all of this, hadn’t he?

He turned onto his side to face Jade. “Can you guys at least light my cigarettes for me?”

Jade raised an eyebrow, amused. “And since when have you taken a liking to smoking?”

“Very recently,” Yuu said, smiling innocently.

Jade smiled. It was an unnatural smile, stretching too wide on his face. The kind of smile zombies wore when they had just set eyes on their newest prey.

Jade didn’t trust him in the slightest.

But, apparently, he was into that:

“If that’s what you need to live comfortably, we would be more than happy to provide that for you,” Jade said. “... so long as you do not do anything idiotic, I don’t see the harm in providing you with small things like this.”

Yuu raised an eyebrow. “What would I even do? Swallow a flaming cigarette whole?”

“... you see, you have managed to come up with something far beyond anything I could imagine in a mere few seconds, and this is not instilling me with faith.”

“Shutting up now!”

~

Yuu blinked as he stepped out of the bathroom, and found Azul there.

Jade and Floyd were also there, but that, at least, was expected. They were zombies, they slept with Yuu – they slept in the same bed as Yuu, sorry, Yuu wouldn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea. Lord knows he got enough of that shit from Ace.

Regardless, the symbiotic nature of Yuu’s relationship with zombies was irrelevant. Azul was here and it was weird.

He frowned at Jade. “What’s he doing here? Aren’t we going to bed?”

Jade smiled. “Of course, a good night’s rest is vital for one’s health.”

“... you didn’t answer my first question, not sure if you noticed!”

“I did.”

“Floyddddddd,” Yuu whined, spinning on his heel to look at Floyd instead. “Heeeeelp.”

Floyd lifted Yuu off of his feet.

Hm.

“It’s my shoulder that’s injured, not my legs,” Yuu said, his patience already straining. It was day three, and actually using those cigarettes was becoming more and more tempting by the hour.

“I know!”

Yuu sighed through his nose. Loudly. Frankly, it didn’t sound much different than the scream he was suppressing, just a little quieter.

Thankfully, no one acknowledged it.

Unfortunately, this was also infuriating in its own right, so Yuu really wasn’t getting any wins here.

He looked at Azul. “Has anyone ever bitten them out of spite before? Because it’s really tempting.”

“I’ve considered it,” Azul admitted.

“You could always be the first, Yuu-chan!” Floyd said.

Yuu glared up at him. He would not be tricked into becoming inhuman, thanks.

Unfortunately, Floyd just seemed to think this was cute, because he pressed a kiss to Yuu’s forehead and squeezed him just a little tighter.

Yuu stabbed his knife into Floyd’s shoulder.

Which made his entire arm spazz out for a second. So, Yuu went crashing to the floor.

Yuu suffered. Every day. All the time.

Maybe this is why you don’t stab the people who are carrying you. An important thing to remember for later.

He sighed, pushing himself up to sit. At least the carpet cushioned his fall. A little. Like, marginally.

“Why are you here, senpai?” Yuu asked.

Azul hesitated, briefly, shuffling from one foot to the next. “Well, running a society is somewhat time-consuming, and I, occasionally, forget to sleep.”

“‘Forget’,” Jade said. He didn’t actually scoff, but the feeling of a scoff was definitely there.

Azul pulled his glasses down so he could glare at Jade. Yuu’s gaze caught on the dark bruising beneath his eyes.

“How do you forget to sleep for, like, three days in a row?” Yuu said.

Now Azul was glaring at him, too. Fun.

(It actually was a little funny, watching Azul’s head spin on a swivel so he could continually glare at either Jade or Yuu.)

Floyd rested his chin on Yuu’s good shoulder, smiling widely. “Exactly. So, since he’s stupid and can’t take care of himself, we take care of him instead!”

Yuu just nodded along. This all checked out. He still wasn’t sure why Azul was here, though.

“Now,” said Jade, placing his hands delicately on Azul’s shoulders before pushing him over, sending him toppling into the bed. “Sleep.”

Oh. Ohhhhhh.

If Azul wasn’t going to sleep, then Jade and Floyd were going to make him sleep. And the only way they could do that was if Azul was in the same bed as them.

Which would be fine. If Yuu wasn’t also, according to Zombie Law, forced to sleep in the same bed as any zombies who were currently watching over him.

“I’ll sleep on the couch!” Yuu said hastily. “It’s within view, so you guys don’t have to –!”

Arms wrapped around his waist from behind, lifting him just far enough off of the ground that he couldn’t get enough leverage to run away.

He went for his knife, but found his pocket already empty.

Damn it. He’d already used the stab Floyd in the shoulder trick once before! They were wise to it, now! Nooooo!

Despite their struggles against The System, it wasn’t long before Yuu and Azul were forced to lay beside each other in bed, as stiff as boards despite the two zombies wrapped around them.

Said zombies were openly staring at the two humans in their arms. Which is fun. You know, ever since Yuu was a little boy, he had always thought that the thing that would make sleep easier was two sets of eyes on him while he was trying to relax! So, really, he was having the time of his life right now!

(At least Grim had the decency to pretend to sleep.)

Yuu looked at Azul.

“If you have a nightmare I’m making you deal with it on your own.”

Azul’s eyes narrowed. “You’re such a disrespectful junior.”

“I am not doing any of the ‘there was only one bed’ tropes.”

~

“This place smells like an ashtray,” Azul commented when he stepped inside a few days later, his nose wrinkling.

Frankly, Yuu agreed. He tried to stay in the corner, to keep it as far away from where people actually lingered as he possibly could, but that wasn’t really how air worked…

He looked at the ceiling, and realized there was a thin layer of smoke over the whole room. Honestly, he’d barely even noticed. Dully, he wondered if he was slightly high. He had been trying to not inhale anything, because a cigarette addiction didn’t sound particularly easy to deal with, but… well, he was certainly calmer than he should be when cooped up like this.

He shook his head to clear it, and took a moment to recall what the conversation had been about. He really was high, huh?

Whatever.

“Certain people won’t let me open the window.”

Jade and Floyd sported infuriating smiles.

“I do not smell anything,” Jade said.

“You don’t breathe,” Azul hissed.

“We can breathe if we want to,” Floyd said, doing an exaggerated inhale –.

And then he erupted into a coughing fit.

“Ha!” said Azul. “Told you!”

Needless to say, Yuu was now allowed to open the window to smoke.

(If, privately, he missed the high, and maybe ‘accidentally’ breathed in cigarette smoke every once in a while, then that was no one’s business but his own.)

~~~~~

Pt22>

[ecargmura]

Wonderful Precure Episode 34 Review - Pussy Posse

I think that with how Yuki gets comedic moments and some spotlight in episodes that don’t focus too much on her, she’s the definite favorite of the season. She even ranked 1st in Japan’s monthly anime character ranking for October 2024. This entire episode looked to be a Mayu focused episode at first with how her dad returned from his long trip, but it was a Yuki-focused episode all along. Though, I think what made this stand out more than other Yuki-focused episodes is the fact that she’s spending more time as a cat in this one. While human Yuki is nice, I do like seeing more cat Yuki doing things.

So yeah, Mayu’s dad Takayuki finally comes home from a long trip and Mayu is very thrilled to see him. It does make Yuki a bit jealous, but not to the point that it makes her toxic like before. It’s a sign that Yuki’s growing like how Mayu is. Though, it would’ve been nice to see Takayuki and Yuki interact. It was a waste not to see their interaction. I would’ve loved to see his reaction to talking and human Yuki. A nice detail about Takayuki is that he’s very friendly and that he tells Iroha and the others that Mayu always talks about them in her video calls and describes them as “friends she loves so much”. Mayu, you’re getting me emotional.

Yuki is an independent and solitary character, so it was nice to see her do things on her own like going to a cafe and watching a movie on her own. However, it was also nice seeing her befriending the cat posse. Komugi is friendly by nature, so she always befriends all the dogs she meets. Yuki never really had friends outside of the Precure group or animals to hang out with. I think this would be a nice way for her to open up more. I love that the cats were easily welcoming of her and that when they saw her turn into human and then into a Precure, they were very supportive of her as they trusted her to turn the boss cat back to normal. It was so cute that the stray cats respected and admired her now and even called her “Big Sister”. She’s the new boss cat in town! Congrats, Yuki!

I liked the comedy. Yuki being comic relief is super hilarious as she acts serious, but her status as a pet cat makes her silliness inevitable. The fact that the cat toy played an important part in the plot as it’s the reason why the Cat GaoGaon was able to be subdued as it got distracted by it. Seeing Nyammy as a cat toy was the highlight. The way Lillian held her made it seem like she was wielding a sword.

While this is a feel-good episode overall, I just can’t help but have this uneasy feeling. We’re not sure if the power to turn into human for the pets is permanent. Will it go away when the story ends? If so, Yuki cannot talk with Mayu anymore. She’ll go back to being an ordinary cat. Is this why they decided to give Yuki cat friends in the case that if she cannot turn into a human anymore, she’ll still have the cat posse to keep her company? I know I shouldn’t be so negative, but I can’t help it…

Anyways, it seems that next week is a rare Satoru-focused episode. Is this a flag that he’s going to transform? I mean, having him with a sort-of magical boy outfit with human Daifuku sort of feels like it’ll transition into the main anime? Whether he’ll transform or not is debatable, but I’m glad that best boy is finally getting some focus for once! What are your thoughts on the episode overall?

(I also apologize for the supposed dirty joke)

[virgilthepoet1029]

As I walked through the building

The house

The home

I had walked through hundreds of times

I tried to remember just last week

8 days prior

Sitting on the couch over in the corner of my eye

Laughing about a stupid debate about something that didn’t matter

Or 2 days before that

On the other side of the room

Me watching her put up the Christmas tree

Her telling me the story behind all of the ornaments

We sat with her parents after and watched The Grinch

It seems so close yet so far away

I press my ear against the wall that separates the office and her bedroom

And I can hear us laughing on the other end

At a joke one of us had made

I don’t remember it anymore

But I know it made her smile

Her bedroom looks different than it did a few months ago

She took some things off her wall

Moved them to new walls in a new city

It looks different than it did 8 days ago

Though I know nothing has changed

Still the same decorations

The same clothes on the floor

The same sheets

I looked at the trash can

And saw the coca cola bottle I had thrown away in it

It was not so long ago

Yet I feel like a different person

I could meet my eyes in the mirror 72 hours ago

Our smiles still plastered my lock screen 72 hours ago.

My room looked different 72 hours ago

I’ve since removed the pictures

The stuffed animals

The presents

The painting I never finished for her

And packed them up neat and tidy in a little box

That’s now shoved in the back of my closet

Just like I did with my grief and sorrow

Packed them up nice and tied it with a bow

Just to shove in the back of my brain somewhere

I know it will catch up with me soon

I wish it would catch me now

I wish to grief

I do not want to feel numb anymore

I do not like it

I tried to take note of everything

I do not want to forget the small details

What poster hung where on her wall

What books she had stacked up

The drinks she had on her nightstand

The dress she had in her closet

The way her hair fell in her face

And the way her eyes looked at me

I did not want her to look at me like that

A mix of so much love

But such deep sadness

Yearning for something that is already there

That you’re begrudgingly letting slip through your fingers

I remember what shirt she was wearing

It’s one she sleeps in

She wore it a lot

I noticed it looked more faded than the last time I had seen it

When I left her room I looked into the bathroom and the office and the shelves along the hall

Everything was right where I had left it

Like a child who dies

And the parents can’t bring themselves to touch their room

I listened to the steps creak once more

Focusing on the way they moved beneath my feet

As I put on my shoes I looked helplessly around for her mother

Like she could change anything

She knew before I did

She was grieving in her own way

She loved me too.

I looked for her dogs

That had laid with me so often

Hoping they would come and rest their heads in my lap so I couldn’t leave

I turned to face her before I walked out the door

The way she was standing

Her awkward smile as to not cry again

The little wave she gave that I returned

And when I stepped out the door

I did not look back

I kept my eyes down

Until I was inside my car

Only to I realized she had not stuck around to see me off with love

Or see me off with anything

I was faced with an empty doorway

That looked so inviting

That I knew I’d never be welcomed into again

I looked at the house as a whole

The cars in the driveway

The color of it

The windows

Her blinds were open in her room

I couldn’t see her

I nodded when I thought I had memorized it well enough

And drove off

Leaving my future behind me

And my past sitting in the passenger seat

Caressing my face

And stroking my hair

Turning the wheel into an empty parking lot for me

She took my glasses off so I could cry

And she wiped my tears away with her sleeve

“It’s ok” she whispered

“It’ll be alright love”

And it was so comforting

I almost thought it was her.

[mechanicalpoet]

Just got off the phone with my dad

He ‘strongly advised’ that I reconsider visiting in June. Apparently mom is refusing to accept that I’m married and absolutely raging about me getting a dog (specifically that I got a dog ‘against her’). Apparently she’s mad that she can’t visit anymore now that I have a dog and she’s afraid of them. Like I’m not stopping her. She can stay in a hotel. After all isn’t she the one always saying she’s not staying with my brother because she doesn’t need charity 🙄

I know she’ll also throw a tantrum if I go and don’t stay with her because she thinks it’ll look bad on her. Which it should bc she’s being a bitch. But she’s going to throw a tantrum anyway so idk how much I care.

She’s also going to throw a tantrum when word gets around to the my hometown office that I got married. Bc it’d be weird to keep it a secret from the people I’ve worked with for years when I see them at the workshop in a couple weeks.

My dad said he might come visit for a weekend at some point which would be nice. He was crying when I talked to him. It’s obviously hard that he can’t see his kids partly bc my mother is a raging bitch.

[themrswallace]

(Pt 2)

‘Regardless of the image of him behind the counter of a building harbouring some of West Wallaby’s most exotic and rare animals, particularly of the bird variety, DL can’t fathom the reality of Wallace being under the supervision of anything larger than a hamster. Gromit being the exception’

“Would that have had anything to do with your love of small creatures?”

“Perhaps, and me dad, god rest him, took part time employment within our local when I was but a wee infant. Brought home a toucan of all things, Mammy only asked him to fetch a bag of cat food. Stead he gave her a chick and told her to warm the drying cupboard for the lad to live in”

“That explains the photographs”

“Aye, sometimes I’d follow him to work and he’d sit me on the counter while me dad took stock of everyone. I’d have me little address book for scribblin’, jot out me ideas on. Inventions and such. Told me’self i’d own that shop one day, give Daddy the profit, take the pressure off Mam, give us a comfortable livin’ for the rest of our days”

“That’s really lovely of you, Wallace”

“Had all these plans for it, as a boy you can only imagine so much but in me teens I’d replace old Dad and find me’self playing with the animals in the early hours before work, teaching the parrots to sing, puppies to sit and stay, make customers more likely to adopt them if they came with some obedience. Kittens were unruly as anything! Not to mention the monkeys!”

“You had monkeys! My mum had one!”

“Nasty blighter, used to pick the lock on the shop door and escape. Mr Puddene never believed it weren’t me letting him out! He was a crafty so and so he was. And rude! Bit me almost every opportunity that tyrant got”

“In all fairness, you are mighty tasty”

‘DL pretends to gnash their teeth against his jaw, nuzzling Wallace in the process. He chuckles, continuing on about the owner of the shops general distain for him and his antics, his advertisement ideas and minor adaptations of the shop floor to improve productivity and customer approval. How a single mishap with that damn monkey and his self activating mop cost wallace his job and landed the family in a sticky financial situation where he was forced to sell all of his prize inventions and do odd jobs around their neighbourhood to cover the damage to the pet shop and cost of the imported monkey, and of course pay half of the bills his parents racked up keeping him and his siblings clothed and fed. Nobody was pleased with him that year’

“Then Daddy passed and…we couldn’t afford it anymore. After the funeral and keeping Mam and Maureen afloat…I hung up me hat, focused on me education, inventing, keeping a steady job between all of that business and then I had Gromit to think of”

“Plus Maureen did a runner”

“Could you really blame the woman? Mammy was in such a poor state, she was as well, they were always at each other over one thing or another, finally had enough I suppose. Me and Albert were all Mam had left. Finally she passed, and I was left the house, could’ve sold it to pay for the shop but that wasn’t the responsible thing to do”

“Not when you have a kid…or dog”

“It’ll always be a dream in me cap, but it was nice to have a goal to keep me on me feet. Now I’ve plenty more! And who knows, maybe come me retirement I’ll come back to it”

“Yeah, hey kids, Dads bought us a pet shop, take what you want just not the evil arse monkey”

“Pardon?”

“Wow that’s a real nice duck! Look at it…kick the other one in the face…with its flipper”

“Alright, now it’s your turn. What does the harbinger of all cruelty and alls scary in the world fancy doing with the rest of their life?”

“Conquering West Wallaby, obviously”

“And?”

“…eating your dog”

“I heard-“

“And then you”

(This is gonna be more then 3 parts that’s for sure)